09-07-2012, 11:45 PM
The dark coyote strode through the lands near the pack. He was free to come and go as he pleased, but he never went far. His need to remain near Aro was too strong for that. The wolf never called for him, but a strange part of him insisted that it would happen as soon as he went too far. He needed to serve his master. Raoth's freedom had been granted, but something had been taken from him when he was turned to a slave, a scar that couldn't be repaired with time, and kept him trapped to the wolf that had bought him.
The scent of a strange pack brought his attention round sharply. It smelled rather like his old home, actually, where he'd been born. That thought alone fueled a dark rage as he came along. Spotting a female coyote pawing at her muzzle to remove a spiderweb was actually rather humorous. Scoffing he leaned against a tree, the sharp noise echoing through. It was one of the few sounds that he could still manage, and one he rather enjoyed being able to use. Standing as he was it was clear he thought he was the coolest creature ever born, and worth more than anything the scarred coyote might be worth.
The scent of a strange pack brought his attention round sharply. It smelled rather like his old home, actually, where he'd been born. That thought alone fueled a dark rage as he came along. Spotting a female coyote pawing at her muzzle to remove a spiderweb was actually rather humorous. Scoffing he leaned against a tree, the sharp noise echoing through. It was one of the few sounds that he could still manage, and one he rather enjoyed being able to use. Standing as he was it was clear he thought he was the coolest creature ever born, and worth more than anything the scarred coyote might be worth.