blood on my mind

[Liev Morozov]

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I want Liev on a tier soon, so why not one new thread? Besides, I wanna RP him fighting for the first time here 8DD

Besides the Optime form, the Secui form was Liev's favorite for its raw strenght and unlimited stamina. For being so bulky by nature, this form made him look like a tiger in the pelt of a wolf. For real, he was enormous that way, the muscles clearly visible under the thick fur, where it grew longer as it reached the tip of his limbs, making his paws furrier than usual. Over his shoulder and his neck, the pale blonde mane grew naturally spiked upwards, making him seem even bigger than he already was. The male would still wear his belt, bandana and knife holster.

Trotting around quicker than any wolf or Optime could ever hope to, he smelled for an easy but worthy meal. It's been a while he hadn't hunted anything down. Just some wild rats, squirrels and birds. He was used to little, but when he got to eat back at Russia, food would usually be filled up with fat for a whole week. Here, meal was as thin as it could get, and he needed something in his stomach. Now.

A howl ressounded on the air. It had a weird tune. He noticed how it reminded the howls of victms of avalanches, warning of his or her location under the snow. He was used to such rescue chores, so the gray male could tell it was no regular howl. It was meant to be muffled. Odd...

In a steady race, he went towards it, only halting when the scent of two other Anathemans and a herd of deer was caught on the Russian's nose. He then understood. A smart strategy indeed. Takng note of it mentally, he walked silently and swiftly around the snow, searching for the other pack members.

Finally, he spot the two males. A dark spot and an even darker spot - he reconized to be Theodore, thanks to the blazing blue eyes - were positioned close together. Once the fellow hunters were spotted, the foreign wolf stalked around the herd, careful to don't be seen, smelt or heard, and joinned the other two.

He nodded silently, his belly lingering on the wet cold floor of the forest, since staying low with his size was not so easy. He was about 2 feet higher than them. He looked to the two of them, purple eyes cool and serious. "What's the plan?" He whispered, more of mouthing the words than actually speaking. One of them had called for help. Said someone should have a plan.