01-08-2010, 02:13 PM
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The call gave away his presence before vision caught sight of the blue-eyed wolf. He was a coward, afraid to face them alone and required the assistance of his entire pack just to take on two coyotes. Slim head snapped up, removing his muzzle from searching the soil and setting blood-red eyes on the snow-strewn landscape around them. Lips withdrew over his teeth, baring deadly white and yellow-tinged fangs, desiring the death of the male who had dared to harm their mother. The brown-coated canine came into view, and Samael could barely contain himself, briefly running his tongue across his lips as teeth gleamed in the poor light.
Hair stood like blades along his neck and back, rimming his sleek features and adding bulk and strength to his spine and shoulders. Hair like the charred remnants of a flame and crimson eyes burning with a hellish inferno, he sought blood and he sought death. The voice that hissed spoke his brother’s name, but the demon barely had ears or eyes for the bastard. His sight only saw strewn entrails and deep, dark red staining the moon-kissed snow a hellish shade. He killed often, but so many of his kills were for whim or pleasure—never revenge, and never had he desired so heavily the death of a single worthless wolf. Words were not needed. Samael did not speak.
No, silently as a ghost and dark as a shadow he moved forward without a sound, spreading his jaws wide in a horrifying expression and aiming to tear straight into the blue-eyed wolf’s body. He didn’t care where he struck as long as he saw blood. He would die before another day could reach its zenith. He would lay in shreds on the snow, unrecognizable to any that encountered his scattered remains. Aim locked on his face, lunging straight for whatever he could reach, intending to go for the side of the neck or the shoulder if his initial strike was deflected.
SSWM: 333 would have posted last night if ‘souls didn’t die. ;_;
The call gave away his presence before vision caught sight of the blue-eyed wolf. He was a coward, afraid to face them alone and required the assistance of his entire pack just to take on two coyotes. Slim head snapped up, removing his muzzle from searching the soil and setting blood-red eyes on the snow-strewn landscape around them. Lips withdrew over his teeth, baring deadly white and yellow-tinged fangs, desiring the death of the male who had dared to harm their mother. The brown-coated canine came into view, and Samael could barely contain himself, briefly running his tongue across his lips as teeth gleamed in the poor light.
Hair stood like blades along his neck and back, rimming his sleek features and adding bulk and strength to his spine and shoulders. Hair like the charred remnants of a flame and crimson eyes burning with a hellish inferno, he sought blood and he sought death. The voice that hissed spoke his brother’s name, but the demon barely had ears or eyes for the bastard. His sight only saw strewn entrails and deep, dark red staining the moon-kissed snow a hellish shade. He killed often, but so many of his kills were for whim or pleasure—never revenge, and never had he desired so heavily the death of a single worthless wolf. Words were not needed. Samael did not speak.
No, silently as a ghost and dark as a shadow he moved forward without a sound, spreading his jaws wide in a horrifying expression and aiming to tear straight into the blue-eyed wolf’s body. He didn’t care where he struck as long as he saw blood. He would die before another day could reach its zenith. He would lay in shreds on the snow, unrecognizable to any that encountered his scattered remains. Aim locked on his face, lunging straight for whatever he could reach, intending to go for the side of the neck or the shoulder if his initial strike was deflected.
SSWM: 333 would have posted last night if ‘souls didn’t die. ;_;