Looking For The --Moonrunner--~Joining

[Indigo]

KODIAC


The breeze whistled through his golden eagle wings as he stretched them out on his walk about the lands. The breeze also tugged on the three Peregrine Falcon feathers tucked alongside his left aud, held on by the lower silver stud of the pair of piercings in his left ear, the light reflected off of the silver studs around his black leather collar. The large round paws carried the multi-toned male through the lands of the North. His nose picked up many a scent and Kodiac was quite interested in seeing what he could find. His lips drew up in a slight snarling smile as he caught the scent of claimed territory.

Hmmm…this should be fun. Kodi thought as he stopped outside the boundaries and howled. He wanted to take on the leaders’ role again, so he was searching for the pretty female that called this place hers. He smirked as his howl faded into the distance and he went about cleaning his wings as he waited. He had to make sure that they were perfectly groomed and primed so they wouldn’t give him trouble when he made short glides and flights at some point. For now though, he simply sat and finished cleaning the left wing and then the right then ruffled them and laid them over his sides as his eyes scanned the land and air and his towers switched to catch a sound.



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Speaking
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At the sound of his howl, the female stood on all four paws, her wings already flapping hard. Her chest, muzzle, and tail grew brightly, white in the dark- again, much like a meteor. As she passed, members of her pack would whisper, excitedly, fearfully. At least Ellis would, she knew that much for a fact. She blazed her trail across the sky, a comet to her wolves, her singular emerald eye flashing dangerously in the light of the full moon. Where had she heard it echo from? Ah, that way.

Her wings spread wide as she began to descend, gliding down towards her Northern border, paws landing gracefully below her, leaving only a tiny print of her existance. "You have called me." she stated simply, her wings folding elegantly upon her back, a snarky smirk against her muzzle. There had been many, many wolves recently asking to see her, practically throwing themselves for a chance to be in her pack. Moonrunner knew exactly why, too- her pack was hardy. All of the others took hard, harsh turns for the worst during the winter. Xane's pack practically withered away. Without Thor at the helm, the Eastern pack disentigrated at the slightest sign of trouble ahead. As for the South? Well, Moonrunner had a feeling something particularly... Nasty had happened towards the beginning of spring. The packs were a living, breathing force- and only hers was like stone, strong, powerful, bound by blood ties and emotions through thick and thin.