Post by Darkness on Nov 9, 2007 17:16:10 GMT -5
Dark figure dodged the trunks of the thick trees before him as he moved with a swift ease through the forest; it appeared that the bottoms of his black feet were perhaps barely, if not totally not, touching the leaf-covered ground. It's long, well-muscled legs pumped him forth, the muscles beneath contracting and rippling beneath the smooth black pelt that disguised the demon within. Two eyes lay within the sockets, but where one was a beautiful emerald green, the other looked almost dead, with a blood-red colouring to it. But this sleek frame was certainly not handsome, or beautiful by any stretch. The canid's ears were the oddest, with one pricked and the other flat against his cranium. His eyes were of course, something that would definitely push others away.
That eye...the red one, of course...there was something strange about it, as if it was somehow filled with death itself. Old feelings were buried in the deathly eye, which posessed such...depth. There was the horrid feeling of betrayal, and of course the darkness that seemed to haunt the very bones of this creature. As it ran, it's jaws parted to reveal white canines that went slightly further than they should have. There was a long string of saliva that trailed from those fangs, and for a moment, to those who saw the spectacle, it appeared as blood for a moment. Just a single second, before it was saliva again.
The strange eyes narrowed as the wolf drew to a stop, letting the saliva hang from his jaws for just a moment longer before he broke the thread by closing them firmly. Yet again he had run, and yet again he had come to a new place. So long as Rellitrus didn't find him, the wolf would be safe. A sigh escaped the demon's mouth, and his strange gaze turned to the stars, which dappled the sky above. There was a small sliver where the moon hung in the night sky, and the dark wolf sat down to watch it for a brief second before standing yet again.
There was a scar across his muzzle, but it was thin and obviously didn't do anything to his sense of smell, for the wolf scented the area quickly. His voice, which proved that he was around three or four years of age, was smooth and slightly deep. "Ah," he murmured, a dark grin spreading across his features. "Packlands."
Now this would be something to see. Radar's muscles shifted beneath his sleek black pelt as he stretched out his long front legs, the grin still hung upon his face. "This'll be fun," he growled to himself as his legs, apparently stretched to the point where he was finished, drew back and put him into a standing position.
If it hadn't been for Rellitrus, there would have been a possibility of Radar becoming an alpha in his time. But at this rate, he was just another rogue wolf, one with a pelt of ebony as a heart just as blackened. Mind and soul too. Heart, mind, and soul...each just as dark and twisted and evil as the next. Just as...villainous. That was the best word for the way Radar acted.
That eye...the red one, of course...there was something strange about it, as if it was somehow filled with death itself. Old feelings were buried in the deathly eye, which posessed such...depth. There was the horrid feeling of betrayal, and of course the darkness that seemed to haunt the very bones of this creature. As it ran, it's jaws parted to reveal white canines that went slightly further than they should have. There was a long string of saliva that trailed from those fangs, and for a moment, to those who saw the spectacle, it appeared as blood for a moment. Just a single second, before it was saliva again.
The strange eyes narrowed as the wolf drew to a stop, letting the saliva hang from his jaws for just a moment longer before he broke the thread by closing them firmly. Yet again he had run, and yet again he had come to a new place. So long as Rellitrus didn't find him, the wolf would be safe. A sigh escaped the demon's mouth, and his strange gaze turned to the stars, which dappled the sky above. There was a small sliver where the moon hung in the night sky, and the dark wolf sat down to watch it for a brief second before standing yet again.
There was a scar across his muzzle, but it was thin and obviously didn't do anything to his sense of smell, for the wolf scented the area quickly. His voice, which proved that he was around three or four years of age, was smooth and slightly deep. "Ah," he murmured, a dark grin spreading across his features. "Packlands."
Now this would be something to see. Radar's muscles shifted beneath his sleek black pelt as he stretched out his long front legs, the grin still hung upon his face. "This'll be fun," he growled to himself as his legs, apparently stretched to the point where he was finished, drew back and put him into a standing position.
If it hadn't been for Rellitrus, there would have been a possibility of Radar becoming an alpha in his time. But at this rate, he was just another rogue wolf, one with a pelt of ebony as a heart just as blackened. Mind and soul too. Heart, mind, and soul...each just as dark and twisted and evil as the next. Just as...villainous. That was the best word for the way Radar acted.