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Post by Silver Rain on Jun 30, 2010 13:52:53 GMT -8
An alpine on steriods was what this male was. He was far bigger, stronger, smarter, faster. How? Nobody knew, not even this monster wolf himself. But he was what he was and he liked it. He never lost a battle, ever. He liked it that way. But he never lost, because he killed his vitims. He smiled at the thought. Who was this demon?
Demon, of course! A demon named Demon. How original! And he had lion like feautres, too. Making him look all the more ferocious. As he trotted though the land, he smelt plenty of water. Just fucking great. Water to put out my flame. he thought to himself, looking at the fire that was on his tail. Nobody knew why it was there, but it was. It wsa odd actually, It felt like it wasn't even there at all. No burn, no pain, no anything.
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Post by Belladonna on Jul 5, 2010 17:43:43 GMT -8
OoC: Table coming soon!
The day was just breaking. Radiant beams of light shot through the still air, pale with the newly borne sun. Puffs of clouds hung in the sky, which was washed of color. Thin trills split the silence, emitting from the dots of birds that nestled among the trees of the forest. But in the forest, none of that was known. Thin shafts of sunlight, mere pinpricks, filtered in among the showers of leaves that blackened the catacomb. All was dark and dreary here, under the thick canopy of emerald leaves, which would be burnt gold come autumn. But then, ‘dark and dreary’ was how Nightshade liked it.
Here in the semi-darkness, she was in her element. Slithering among the wisps of weeds, she was manning the forest that surrounded Lake Sedo. As sentry, she needed to keep alert, although there was a definite droop to her onyx black eyes. She had been up since midnight, prowling the passages forged by the vegetation that sprouted everywhere. Now, she was blazing a trail that led to the lake. She hoped that bathing in the lake would fully awaken her. Carefully, she sniffed the chilly, damp air. Her nostrils breathed in the scent of calmness… and something else. Sniffing again, she recognized this scent. It bore the trademark aroma of the wolves of her pack – Elite. Her thin belly hugging the smooth stones that littered the floor, she crept forward silently. Waving languidly among the sharp branches that snagged at her fur, she drew in the leather wings that unfolded from her shoulders.
As she began approaching the site of the lake, a fiery blur caught her gaze. Arching her neck over a particularly gargantuan boulder, she identified the scent to have originated from a fierce alpine called Demon. He was a dangerous warrior, displaying countless scars to prove his worth and bulging muscles to boast his strength. A slender tail hung behind, at the end of which flames licked merrily. Surrounding him were dry, dead foliage, singed burnt by his tail. And now, it was dangling precariously near the murky, muddied waters of the lake, in danger of being doused by the lake’s icy waters.
Gazing at the bundle of fire that burst from his tail, Nightshade deigned to notice a pile of twigs heaped unceremoniously on the path. She winced as her paws crushed them, causing a gunshot of a sound to reverberate through the empty, listless forest. Did he notice? she wondered almost fearfully. Again she allowed herself a momentary glimpse of him. For now, he was preoccupied with glaring at the fire that burnt his tail. She inhaled a few shuddering breaths of relief. If he had detected her presence, a huge blow to her pride and stealth it would be. Furious with her earlier mishap, she resolved to pay more attention to her whereabouts. So saying, she steadily trod on until she reached the water’s edge.
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Post by Silver Rain on Jul 5, 2010 18:23:40 GMT -8
He watched the flame as he twisted his the top of his tail, turning it as well, his eyes half closed with semi-interest in the flame. Snap! That caught his attention and he perked his ears, looking in it's direction. He raised his nose slightly, sniffing for a scent. Female. An evil smile slithered slowly onto lips.
It was enough to make almost anyone's spines tremble, even the toughest of males. He raised his muscular neck, the bands on his ankles shined with the flame's light as he took a few steps forward toward the female. He raised his tail high, the flame on it's tip peircing the night's blackness in front of him.
He saw her. She was beautiful, but that didn't matter. He was an alpine. A fierce killer, a merciless fighter. His reputation was high and mighty like his build. His golden eye looked at her with a hate that was stronger than the flame on his tail, his right eye he was blind in.
Why it turned green was anyone's guess, the scar that was over it was for him to know, and for anyone who found out to die under his paws. It was part of his unforgiving past, a past he wouldn't dare reveal to anyone. It was a past that he wanted to keep a secret, and kill anyone who figured it out. Including females.
Sure, he had a soft spot for them, but that didn't mean it was so soft as he wouldn't kill them. No. He wasn't that nice. He bared his white fangs and crouched, ready to spring if she tried to run. He lowered his tail down to give himself an ominous glow. As always, his intentions were never good. This time, his intentions were to scare her shitless.
He crept forward in a spooky way. Despite all the dead foliage, he made no noise what so ever. His steps were careful and light, his tail tucked tightly under his belly to hide the light of his flame. But unusually, the flame didn't burn him at all. It was like it wasn't even there. A low snarl rumbled from deep in his chest. It seemed to make the entire forest vibrate, though it actually wasn't.
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