Post by Truthy on Mar 27, 2014 22:05:34 GMT
A dark shape loomed through the trees, no sound being made save for the soft rustling of the leaves. In the silver stained forest, the beast ran, breath hot and panting, yet eerily quiet. As it stopped to wait and watch, another, more reflective and dangerous shadow followed before imbedding itself into the tree. A dagger, pure of silver. The choice weapon of the pursuer.
The pitch black figure took off surely as soon as the projectile had met its resting place. With the creature moving through a patch of moonlight, what it was soon became such an obvious thing. A wolf, small but strong with long limbs slightly reminiscent of human and thick fur the color of the midnight sky. Light passing over the eyes, half gold and half blue in color, shone with a indigo-violet reflective sheen, suited best for night vision. Around its angular face was a shaggy mane much like hair, beads entwined into a few longer braided strands.
Footsteps followed after the wolf, whom had given up any prospect of hiding or evading. Now it turned on the enemy, rising off all fours that it was on for running, lips pulled back over bared fangs and ears flattened. Though there was no open aggression, only defensive agitation.
“Come now. You have no where left to run. Rhueon is already waiting at the other exit and both of our peoples are sealing off any possible escapes. So why don't you just agree to the alliance now and spare anymore problems?” A smooth voice sounded from the pursuer, a man to whom shadow's clung, velvety soft but with a dangerous purr to it that made such words as sharp as nails.
The wolf merely growled in response, gaze hard and almost intelligent in its fury. Fur bristled as a sudden power started up around it. This caused the pupil-less, white iris-ed eyes of the “Shadow Man” to widen in surprise.
“Are you really that desperate!? Do you seriously plan to run there!? With those vile creatures!? Damn you and your nature! That power of yours will be your undoing! When you come back, you will be begging to be among us!” The “Shadow Man” spoke urgently, voice shrill with panic. As the wolf began to fade, he made a move, sending one last dagger from his sleeve and straight into the shoulder of the beast, who howled in pain.
Once the wolf was gone, the “Shadow Man” walked up to where the creature had stood. Crouching to the ground, he took off his top-hat to set aside, revealing a head of black curly hair that clung slicked to his skull with two small horns peaking through the sea of swirls. His gaze laid lazily on the pool of blood, the crimson color vivid, standing out ever more on the dark charcoal finger of the “Shadow Man”. With a white smile lighting up his dark features, he allowed his black tongue to touch the liquid.
“Until next time. One way or another, you will be ours,”
The pitch black figure took off surely as soon as the projectile had met its resting place. With the creature moving through a patch of moonlight, what it was soon became such an obvious thing. A wolf, small but strong with long limbs slightly reminiscent of human and thick fur the color of the midnight sky. Light passing over the eyes, half gold and half blue in color, shone with a indigo-violet reflective sheen, suited best for night vision. Around its angular face was a shaggy mane much like hair, beads entwined into a few longer braided strands.
Footsteps followed after the wolf, whom had given up any prospect of hiding or evading. Now it turned on the enemy, rising off all fours that it was on for running, lips pulled back over bared fangs and ears flattened. Though there was no open aggression, only defensive agitation.
“Come now. You have no where left to run. Rhueon is already waiting at the other exit and both of our peoples are sealing off any possible escapes. So why don't you just agree to the alliance now and spare anymore problems?” A smooth voice sounded from the pursuer, a man to whom shadow's clung, velvety soft but with a dangerous purr to it that made such words as sharp as nails.
The wolf merely growled in response, gaze hard and almost intelligent in its fury. Fur bristled as a sudden power started up around it. This caused the pupil-less, white iris-ed eyes of the “Shadow Man” to widen in surprise.
“Are you really that desperate!? Do you seriously plan to run there!? With those vile creatures!? Damn you and your nature! That power of yours will be your undoing! When you come back, you will be begging to be among us!” The “Shadow Man” spoke urgently, voice shrill with panic. As the wolf began to fade, he made a move, sending one last dagger from his sleeve and straight into the shoulder of the beast, who howled in pain.
Once the wolf was gone, the “Shadow Man” walked up to where the creature had stood. Crouching to the ground, he took off his top-hat to set aside, revealing a head of black curly hair that clung slicked to his skull with two small horns peaking through the sea of swirls. His gaze laid lazily on the pool of blood, the crimson color vivid, standing out ever more on the dark charcoal finger of the “Shadow Man”. With a white smile lighting up his dark features, he allowed his black tongue to touch the liquid.
“Until next time. One way or another, you will be ours,”
*in a toilet*