02-06-2019, 10:43 AM
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Machiavelli's tongue lolled lazily from his parted jaws as he trotted through the vast expanse of desert. His ears tipped back, finally catching scent of a group of animals nearby. If he squinted hard enough, he could see the Egyptian town on the distance. It had been a long time since he had contact with another group. Having been forced out of his own pack when his father was killed by a rival male, Machiavelli resorted to life as a loner. It had taken a toll on him. He was skinny and rather small, his coat wasn't as glossy and smooth as it used to be, but his fierce yellow eyes were still sharp with life.
Why not give it a try? The Italian wolf thought to himself as he realized he was at the edge of the border. He knew some groups could be hostile to a newcomer, but he'd take his chances. Machiavelli wasn't much of a fighter, he was more streetsmart and ratty than anything. "Hello? My name is Machiavelli." The young male called out, waiting for an answer.
Why not give it a try? The Italian wolf thought to himself as he realized he was at the edge of the border. He knew some groups could be hostile to a newcomer, but he'd take his chances. Machiavelli wasn't much of a fighter, he was more streetsmart and ratty than anything. "Hello? My name is Machiavelli." The young male called out, waiting for an answer.