02-06-2011, 11:16 PM
Hmph. The sound that escaped the asphalt’s maw in a plume of foggy breath. Luminous eyes, molten fire, glaringly piercing, as they struck the sleepy wolf. Skull borne aloft on stiff-maned neck, proffering an ambiance of sheer fearlessness that seemed to almost reverberate about the black-grey furred beast an omnipotent aura. While his tail, at ease by his hind legs, swayed gently, not all iron dominance, a softness played in the hues of his persona. Pointed ears flicked back, forward, back, distinguishing vibrations in the air as the wolf sought specifics sounds.
His moist black nose, too, drank deeply in the rich damp earth that gave so slightly beneath the weight of his large paws, which he placed so sturdily with each paw-fall, to give him a girth of broad power. The asphalt one did nothing else to respond to the one he had awoken. It was not his habit to seek introductions. Bluntly, he released a gruff sound of apology for waking Toklo. Before that acidic scent tinged at his senses, and drew him to move on past Toklo. However, the enigmatic asphalt threw Toklo a curious glance from the corner of his almond orbs.
An invitation to follow perhaps?