Post by ghost on Feb 3, 2008 19:01:11 GMT -5
As the light of moon cast an eerie shadow on a small island, the barely audible sound of paws treading the ground could be heard. His long legs propelled him forewards, his tail and head were held high, signaling dominance. This male obviously meant business. He didn't like anyone to mess with him, and wanted seclusion. This place seemed nice enough, there was only the small whoosh of water when the tide came in. The obsidian male known as Ghost prowled the area.
The moon illuminated that ebony coat of his, giving him an apparition of an appearance. Thsi is where he'd got his name. The creature was like beast but his movements were fluid and he was silent. Ghost's yellow-green eyes cast a glance towards the water. They glittered with a menacing curiousity. No one else seemed to be here. A light breeze tossed his fur as he did so. "This nice, my own private island where no one will come and disturb me,"came Ghost's deep words. Lifting his head and closing his eyes, Ghost let a baritone howl float into the skies. It echoed loudly and blanketed the territory.
"This land belongs to the wolf known as Ghost,"it said,"As long as my blood runs through the veins of wolves,so shall it remain. I dub these lands called the Afzal Wolf Packlands. If there is one that wishes to challenge my authority, let him come forth. But nay shall he stand longer..."
A satisfied smirk came to the male. He opened his eyes and padded through the lands looking for sticks. Grabbing a bundle in his jaws, he let his slobber cover the sticks. The ebony male began placing them around the territory. Afterwards,he would urinate on them, letting intruders know they'd crossed into claimed lands. Content, the dark male laid down on the sandy beach. He put his head on his paws and watched the tide. "This mine, all mine,what luck,"he whispered.
The moon illuminated that ebony coat of his, giving him an apparition of an appearance. Thsi is where he'd got his name. The creature was like beast but his movements were fluid and he was silent. Ghost's yellow-green eyes cast a glance towards the water. They glittered with a menacing curiousity. No one else seemed to be here. A light breeze tossed his fur as he did so. "This nice, my own private island where no one will come and disturb me,"came Ghost's deep words. Lifting his head and closing his eyes, Ghost let a baritone howl float into the skies. It echoed loudly and blanketed the territory.
"This land belongs to the wolf known as Ghost,"it said,"As long as my blood runs through the veins of wolves,so shall it remain. I dub these lands called the Afzal Wolf Packlands. If there is one that wishes to challenge my authority, let him come forth. But nay shall he stand longer..."
A satisfied smirk came to the male. He opened his eyes and padded through the lands looking for sticks. Grabbing a bundle in his jaws, he let his slobber cover the sticks. The ebony male began placing them around the territory. Afterwards,he would urinate on them, letting intruders know they'd crossed into claimed lands. Content, the dark male laid down on the sandy beach. He put his head on his paws and watched the tide. "This mine, all mine,what luck,"he whispered.
