Let the Shadow Swallow you {Kamikaze}

[wataya]

As winter had begun receding and spring had begun its advance the lands had started experiencing occasional warm bursts. Today was one of those. Temperatures had climbed to an impressive 60 degrees and the sun let its broad rays dapple the ground and leave it to thaw. Occasional birds let their cheerful sounds ring out in celebration of the glimpse of spring. If any had a heart or soul they would be out and about and enjoying the warmth.

That was why the black spot on the horizon was such an odd appearance on a day like today. The abomination was a ebony hued wolf whose outside was just as charred as his insides. Marred by scars and battle wounds he looked grizzly. The height of the brute made his shadow stretch out and cast darkness on a small plot of land in front of him. It was as if soul was spreading into the land and his plots and schemes were barely at bay. The only color that came from the large wolf was a deep golden from his round orbs. The emotion that clouded them should have kept them black though alas genetics trumps all.

The wolf was missing half his hind right paw and half his left ear and it was impressive how his posture still remained tall and straight. Muscle carved deep lines of definition through his legs and chest as movement sparked through his body. The large head of the wolf swiveled to gaze down upon the land he had blatantly invaded a smirk curved across his twisted and gnarled features. Any who saw the missing paw would know immediately it was Erebus the alpha of Tazenda Cove. A dark soul who cared for nothing except power and his own gain.

It was suiting that his mate was the same way. Abaddon his demon that stood at his side was just as cunning and blood thirsty, yet she still held the composure of a lady. Erebus couldn't have done any better for carrying on his bloodline. That was why he had waited, his first litter had to be perfect in his twisted, sick sense of perfect. The she wolf was now pregnant with a litter of five hopefully evil little pups and was due soon. Just at the thought of his chaos spreading his smirk grew and twisted more.

A memory sent his mind tumbling back as he came back to his childhood. He too had been one of five the middle pup. Erebus had been the outcast of the litter and none of siblings had taken to liking their brother. Erebus hadn't really cared though, they cared for happy things such as these days where warmth surprised beings and birds chirped and blooming flowers. Erebus didn't understand the meaning behind caring about such foolish things. His oldest brother Katso held the most disdain for his middle brother and constantly picked on him. This is where Erebus' hate grew. It was Katso that ultimately turned Erebus into the demented soul he is today.

Snapping back into reality Erebus shook his head passively and began moving towards the center of the land. His large mass moving in a graceful slinking motion that seemed impossible due to his impairments. The wolf was not one for letting disabilities slow him down and that's where most others that wanted to fight him made their mistakes. They underestimated him because of his older age and marred body. No Erebus had been scarred for so long that he had learned how to adapt and live a normal life.

A warm breeze circulated gently through the Black Forest and the scent of the pack was laced heavily in the air and Erebus knew he had found the home of an active pack. The wind picked up his pelt and forced it to sway in slow motions in rhythm with its gusts. The smirk he wore morphed into a plotting smile and this expression was the most grotesque by far. The large wolf kept his bodice moving until he reached a clearing surrounded by tall bare trees. Their leaves still not budding as winter still held onto the plants in a desperate attempt to keep the season alive.

It was not his style to go into a foreign territory unannounced and so the black stud let out a bloodcurdling howl that sounded as if glass was grinding around his vocal chords. The mournful sound was followed by a guttural snarl that left spit clinging to the underfoot and small mammals and birds fleeing for safety. The sounds rang is if a challenge had come, but in reality it was just Erebus causing trouble. It was what the wolf did best. Allowing his primal noises cease the alpha allowed a string of loud and gravely molded lyrics ring like funeral bells from his trap. "Where is the leader of this pack, I wish for their attention now."

Muscles tightened and kept his body coiled ready for a surprise attack. Erebus could handle pain, but each and every animal had a weakness and balance was up on that list if the wolf was surprised. But God help the wolf that exposed his weakness. They would sure be lucky if they were able to spread the story of how they knocked the wolf of his feet. Patience wore thin and the wolf began pacing his expression blank now like that of a stone. No emotion played across his black mask.

[stage53]

Kamikaze



Kamikaze lay in the field surrounding the forest. She was relaxing and enjoying her free time. Not deciding if she should actually do some thing or not today, she just lounged in the grass. The tall brownish colored grass swayed back and forth rubbing through her fur. It began to tickle her nose which caused her to sneeze. Laughing she got up and went out on a hunt. Her face still as a statue it held her emotionless cool. Coming upon a bug running across the ground, she jumped into the air pouncing on the bug. Squishing it she walked away.

Lifting up her head she began to smell the wolves around her area. Goose was some where a little to her left. But far out of reach and she couldn't make it to him in time with out him moving farther. But to her right was a odd smell. A brute? Inhaling the air again she began following it in the direction of Erebrus. She had no who he was or what he wanted. Watching the birds fly in the sky she became even closer to the brute. Kamikaze wondered who he was and what he wanted from her.

Strong lyrics flew into her ears. So he wanted her attention huh? Well so be it. But since Kamikaze ruled by herself with no mate, and she was a femme, it showed she could hold her own. She wouldn't take anything from a random brute in her land. Yet they might get along. For Kamikaze was some what evil and emotionless. She'd have no trouble hurting some one that was begging for mercy. She always looked nonchalant. Turning around the corner or a huge bolder and she came into a clearing. There a mangled black wolf sat.

Eying up the wolf she strode forward. Her walk almost looked like she was prancing. Kamikaze held herself proud, like a master. Her face cool as ice, showing no emotion at all. "Present. How may I help you?" She was now next to the wolf. She had no idea what he wanted but she found him no threat. Surely they would get along just fine. Plus she just never felt anything so fear wasn't into play. "Kamikaze's my name and may I know your's?" A grin was building up inside but never made it's way onto her face.


OOC: epic fail and tiny comapred to yours buttttttt I'm tired.