Posts by LEMOYNE

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    For the second time in his life did he feel truly lost. Almost a year ago had he left his home in Alaska in search of a new life. He had been born in Russia, but was gifted to a human in Alaska where he moved and started his life as a sled dog. It was something he had always been proud of, the prodigy son here to carry on the racing legacy his parents had passed down to him. Things would never be that easy. A horrific accident left Victor unable to compete anymore, his back right leg irreparable. While the silver husky could still run, his stamina and strength were far from being where they once were. He had left, journeyed to a group of others in a land not known by the likes of anyone here.


    Life was good there and he found happiness, for a awhile. Things began to shift, new people came in and the old left. Victor felt himself being dragged into a constant game of chase, and it became exhausting. He was not sure how far he had come, but he knew there was something here. The likelihood of him ever seeing his family back home in Alaska was slim but he would find a way when the opportunity would arise. Blue eyes scanned over the horizon, triangular ears angled forward. Victor had been a bit on edge ever since he left his old group, unsure as to what was awaiting him. Finding a spot just outside of the border, the former sled dog drew in a breath, patiently awaiting to see if anyone would come. "Hello?" called out the male as he scented the air. There was not a shred of familiarly here.

    Exhaustion was clear as day within the depths of his eyes. It had been many months since the male had obtained a good night's sleep. Despite that, the canine was hardy enough to withstand the trying conditions he had been put under during his journeys. Even so, like everyone else, he had his limits. His eyes drew towards Valaerya, examining the girl for a brief moment. It appeared the creatures here could possess the unnatural oddities just like they had in his last home. Nothing stood out about the male, but he did posses a power he had yet to understand and tame. His alluring eyes were the only part of him that stood out against his pale silver and white coat. It was not only his eyes, but the few scars that marred his body and the leather collar that hugged his neck. "My name is Victor." He saw no need to inform them of his last name for it was not of importance at the given moment. "Would you mind telling me where I'm at?" he inquired, a small smile etching its way across his lips.


    It was much colder here than his last home, and he was glad. Victor always loved the cold winter months for it reminded him of Alaska. His last home resided in a rather tropical climate, one that did not cater to him in the slightest. Even so, he would miss the ocean and the acquaintances he had come to know. Victor was growing use to being on his own, watching his back every step of the way. Not many feral animals tried their luck with him, but the ones who had either could not hold their ground or keep up with him when he fled. Avoiding conflict along the way was preferable, mainly because if he got injured there was no one around to help. A wound would become infected without medication, and a un-pleasurable death would be his undoing.


    His gaze drew towards Narukami before he offered the other a simple nod of his head. "Nice to meet you," he barked in response, the same smile plastered across his face. Blue eyes then looked to the wolf, but he gave a mirror repose of not addressing them. He was far too tired to be bubbly and chatty.

    I want this dude up and running a bit with some new interactions. He is open to anything aside from litters, death, and capture/injury (the only exception is if it is tied into a pretty nifty plot). I'm pretty bad at replying to 'small-talk' private threads, but feel free to yell at me to get my rear into gear if I do forget to reply after a couple days.