05-16-2012, 02:09 PM
Gently, almost silent paws hurried swiftly over the fallen leaves and deadened roots that decorated the path, making the rogue’s ears constantly twitch back and forth in a wary survey of his surroundings. Nostrils flared as the cold night air consumed his form, making his muscular body look like a moving demon with a blazing fire in both his heart and his mind. This added with his bulky half-form frame made him look almost terrifying.
Where was he? Some land it was, filled with gnarled old tree trunks and fallen leaves, auburn red and dull brown as they crunched beneath his claws. Perhaps he would find a home soon- a proper one. Somewhere that was filled with noble and cunning wolves, rather than the snivelling beasts he had had the displeasure of living with most of his life.
Friend? He was no friend. And he never would be. He was a whimpering coward, just as the rest of them were.
Crack.
Instantly, the wolf’s head snapped up, fiery eyes narrowing in to slits as he scoured the woods around him for the source of the noise. Ears pulled back as his brilliantly white teeth bared themselves in an intimidating grimace, causing his snout to rumple in waves of angry flesh.
His black-furred head lowered itself closer to the ground as his strong limbs spread themselves, gifting him with more balance than he had had before. A low, threatening growl purred from the pit of his chest, giving one clear message.
Back off.
The message, however, was not needed. Almost immedately, scampering was heard as a tiny four-legged creature came bounding out from behing an old elm tree. Seeing this, the grey-haired head of Rancor lifted from its defensive position and carried on, hoping to find a suitable place to rest before nightfall.
Where was he? Some land it was, filled with gnarled old tree trunks and fallen leaves, auburn red and dull brown as they crunched beneath his claws. Perhaps he would find a home soon- a proper one. Somewhere that was filled with noble and cunning wolves, rather than the snivelling beasts he had had the displeasure of living with most of his life.
Friend? He was no friend. And he never would be. He was a whimpering coward, just as the rest of them were.
Crack.
Instantly, the wolf’s head snapped up, fiery eyes narrowing in to slits as he scoured the woods around him for the source of the noise. Ears pulled back as his brilliantly white teeth bared themselves in an intimidating grimace, causing his snout to rumple in waves of angry flesh.
His black-furred head lowered itself closer to the ground as his strong limbs spread themselves, gifting him with more balance than he had had before. A low, threatening growl purred from the pit of his chest, giving one clear message.
Back off.
The message, however, was not needed. Almost immedately, scampering was heard as a tiny four-legged creature came bounding out from behing an old elm tree. Seeing this, the grey-haired head of Rancor lifted from its defensive position and carried on, hoping to find a suitable place to rest before nightfall.