Here/Here/I/Am

[ruffles]

Ruffle Me up

She was used to the sounds of the horrible whining and crying of dying or tortured slaves. In truth she didn't mind. She had been trained long ago that half of her conciounce would be happy go-lucky, childish Ruffles. The other half a dangerous, merciless assassion that had no fear of the kill. While the young fea sat in a pen by herself she watched the sun go down, and the sky turn to the colors of her coat. A gold, orangish sunset color. Ruffles didn't know that her coat was special, or that she was strickenly beautiful. All she wanted to do is serve her master and play all day.

A one track mind for a child-like wolf.

For//anyone
Charri//Ruffles
Notes//Sorry it's so short, low muse

[Bengal Brat]

Shanook
A prize indeed...

Oh... who's she? A nice toy?

That was the very first --evil-- thought that flared up within Shanook's mind as the massive maned wolf strode boldly into his favorite place in the world --besides his own home of Benstripe Woods, of course. Auction Rock. Ah... what a place to be! Muscles rippled as he advanced in the direction of Ruffles, the fem whose coat matched the scene that the setting sun was producing. She looked reasonably young and her slender frame could quite possibly mean that she would make a good s.x toy for Nook. However... is that all that he really wanted from her? S.x? Well... maybe not. With her long legs, the vix looked as if she would make for a very good hunter. She also looked as if she would be exceptional at climbing trees, like Shanook's mate, Cecilia, and jumping over high piles of rocks or logs.

That oh-so-famous dreadful smirk of his was not on his square-shaped face as Shanook made his way to the wolf with the pelt of sun; this meant that he shoved many wolves, masters especially, aside, to get where he wanted to go. This also called for many snarls of aggravation from those claiming another, and yips of surprise and pain from the slaves. Nook was a force to be reckoned with, without a single surfaced fear in the world.

Head and tail high, the brute strode up to stand in front of the she-wolf who was watching the sun set. He cleared the pen that contained her with extreme ease and sat down, clearing his throat.

"I, my dear, am Shanook, alpha of Benstripe Woods. Who, may I ask, are you?"

Time to turn on the old charm.

[Bengal Brat]

Posted, Ruff. <33