The sound of a french traveler.. ~ SR
Wolf's Name: Reaver
Age: 1
Sex: male
Element: air
Rank: Gamma, or Beta
Power(s): telepathy and camoflauge
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> Reaver dipped his big black head to the water and drank the coolness. His eyes scanning across the area glowing their bright green. He moved his way to the middle of the clearing and his breath caught in his throat. He had that feeling he would never fing a home. His voice rang out, its natrual growl lightly hinting at his french acsent.
"Ninety four degrees as far as the eye can see
Corn is blowing in the wind
Seven days a week out here in this heat
A gentle rain my only friend
Sometimes when the sun goes down
The moon is full the stars come out I look out across this land
I'm proud of what I do but I bet I'm a lot like you
I want to be more than who I am
One of these days I'm gonna run
I'm gonna leave these fields behind to find what's over the horizon
One of these days I'm gonna go
When you look at me you're not gonna see
A scarecrow
It's a simple life I lead not much out here to bother me
Just an occasional stubborn crow
I should be satisfied or so it seems I got lots of time to dream
About all I'm gonna do when I turn down this road" His voice ran to the quiet side as he layed down on the dark soil. He stared at the round full moon. Waiting for anyone someone to come and take him home.
(OOC: Um. Are you wanting to auto-join, or regular-join? You only need to do one. oo; Anyways, I already accepted you as Iota, so you kind of.. don't really need to post this. Meep?)
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