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Post by misfit on Nov 1, 2010 23:06:45 GMT -5
“Is it only me? Or does it stink around here?” Varg never realised how loud his voice seemed when accompanied by nothing more than his own thoughts, his harks pressed forward with the new realisation while his muzzle crinkled in a disgusted manner, something smelt rotten around here and it wasn’t him. Wearing a disconnected scowl he continued to venture forth, up the steep hill were fog had begun to lift from its surface and take refuge further below, down towards the grassy flatlands. To the top of the hill sat an eerie mind shaft, one that Varg had no intentions of studying, grateful he was not as curious as the cat, his aim was not the abysmal man made creation but instead the dense forest behind it.
By this time dusk had already settled and shadows now reigned over the lands, the only source of light, the waning face of a pale maiden that accompanied the delicate lights of the heavens. Moonlight bathed the palid titan, illuminating his alabaster complexion as he ventured further up the hillside towards the ghostly tree line. Exposed by the moon’s kiss, Varg stood out like a sore thumb; his large anatomy clear as day as he contrasted the dark night. Hackles were rigid down his spine as he climbed, sabres gleaming red while to the front of his snout they gripped a small brown body, a squirrel that had the misfortune of falling from its branch as he passed by. It was no meal however it was a quick snack to tide him over until he felt the need to hunt for something more satisfying.
Reaching the mouth of the mind shaft Varg remained true to his intentions, continuing past it while the rotting scent wafted through his nares, causing the lobo to want to gag, it was a disgusting scent, the only thing he could link it to was rotting flesh and a lot of it. Constricting his breath he pushed himself past the area and into the dense forest, making it past the first few trees and allowing the shadows to swallow him. Now twin lobes pricked tentatively, his hackles pricked along his spine and icy stars narrowed while harking the sounds about him. It was clear as he furthered his intrusion into the forest that he was no longer alone, there was indeed another about and he had no doubts on that fact. “Whoever is out there, you may as well show yourself. I don’t bite, for the most part.” The grin could be heard in his sultry vocals just as it was visible upon his frost hued visage. His tone was cocky yet pleasing to any ears that they might fall upon; all in all he was simply attractive, his tone, posture, pelts. He was a strong and healthy specimen and perhaps far too vain when realising that fact. |
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