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FOLC of Band of Arrick.
African Wild Dog.
The Innocent.
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penned by Finnick..

Ambrosia had never been one to talk much, always preferring to sit and watch others talk with rapt interest. In fact, the little one talked so little many questioned if they could speak in the first place. Of course Ambrosia new how to speak, he just chose not to...right? But alas, this never bothered the youngling, the always cheerful pup never seeming to be upset by anything. Honestly he was a strange one.

Soft paws happily jogged through the wooded forest, tail wagging happily as the canine made their way towards one of the many meadows. They quite liked the peaceful setting of the meadows, finding himself lounging their more and more often during the day. Once he finally reached his destination, he padded towards the middle before plopping down onto his stomach and just as quickly rolling onto their back where they would wiggle about.

The vampiric wolf could have chased the stranger off. Killed them, drained them of their blood and left their withered body for the birds. He really should have. It was his intent as he stalked Ambrosia, body low in the grasses just enough for him not to be seen easily. He stopped as the african wild dog rolled around, and he stopped to consider the fact that this stranger was someone who lived in the Band. How had he not seen them before?

"The fuck're you doin, eh? You live here or somethin?" He snorted, standing up a few feet from Ambrosia. His fangs glinted in the sunlight and he sniffed. Perhaps they were from the group.

GODBRAND - BAND OF ARRICK - VAMPIRE