Anthro studies

[razerwing]

Trystan, a white furred Arctic wolf, wandered around the heavily forested area of what used to be the great city of Draguda (equivalent to Florida's Port St. Lucy). His ears flicked this way and that, his movements calm and unrushed. The unique sword at his side, hidden in a hand-crafted sheath, was serrated on both sides. The blue scarf that hung around his neck was emblazoned with his trademarked signature. The sig was a swirled design, that had become well known across the lands. The black collar, which was hidden by the scarf, held something he very rarely showed anyone. As he traversed through the jungle-like growth, his white fur standing out completly like his winter camoflauged clothes, he couldn't help but feel a small shivering down his spine. Someone was watching him.

 

[AmaraNimeraTearZ]

Amara is watching the new comer on the ship as her midnight fur hides her pure black collar. she sighs as she looks away and walks down to the book place and walks in and grabs book and sits and reads

 

[razerwing]

He boarded the ship, nodding to the captain. The destroyed city, his had-been home, no longer provided refuge. The fur on his neck returned to normal as the feling of prying eyes left him.
"Um.... do you have any extra spaces here?" The big fox huffed.
"Well, we have space, unless you don't like sleeping among the cargo." The fox chuckled. Normally, this was the deal-breaker.
"Hell, anything to get away from this forsaken place." The fox nodded.

"Name."
"Just call me Trystan." The fox smiled, motioning for him to board.