Post by Venom on Nov 18, 2015 4:49:53 GMT -5
The rushing of the river effectively destroyed all hope of hearing intruders, but Venom did not mind; his sharp eyes and nose were on full alert, despite being in a neutral territory and having harmed no one. He had not been followed, nor was there any chance of him running into any wolves who had caught him previously. The elder male had travelled far to get here, replacing his preferred temperate climate and grass with the desolate, barren ground of the west. Any wolf willing to follow him this far would have to be crazy, especially considering how little he had rested on the way.
His reasoning had been simple; after he had run across that filthy coyote who had thwarted him, Venom had intended to, at the very least, harm her. But to her rescue had come another wolf, and between the two it had not been worth the effort. Thus the older male had fled, shamelessly abandoning his attempt to hurt the female in favor of saving his own hide. After all, he hadn't made it as long as he had by being foolish, and he wasn't ready to start now.
Three paws, not four, carried him safely along the edge of the river, keeping him far enough away that it would take quite the effort to fall in, but not so far that he was necessarily out in the open. It was dim outside, as dawn had not yet broken, but the first tricklings of sunlight brightened the land enough that his dark pelt stood out starkly against the green of the grass that often times matched the sparkling emerald of his eyes. Those eyes had never failed to charm those who were charmable, nor had they ever given away his intentions unless he wanted them to.
Currently, however, he had no intentions; the wolf was simply moving south, making his way down the continent in as smooth a way as he could. Venom had had enough of time wasting, and he was ready to return home at last, but it would take several weeks still for him to reach the secluded southern land that he had settled in. Luckily, the wolf was very much familiar with the land, not only from his recent travels but his travels of the past, when he roamed the island wreaking havoc with his brother Kimset.
Memories came to the forefront of his mind, and Venom took a moment to sit still and think. He had not rested in several hours anyway, and his muscles, though accustomed to constant use, were aching enough that a few moments would be a welcome blessing. Visions of destruction and mayhem danced behind his eyes, bringing a small smile to his lips as he remembered the times he had with his brother. That grisly gray brute, stocky as Venom was slim and absolutely horrendous at making conversation, was the only wolf he still cared about, despite hearing nothing of him for years. Their time together as young, disaster-causing wolves had been the best of Venom's life, even better than his stable life just before he was forced to remove his leg. Complacency, he found, was something he despised, and he was secretly glad to have been abandoned by his former love.
Even if he had liked having a home and family, he was thankful for the way they had left him. It had clearly been for his own good, as it had brought renewed life to a wolf who had nearly forgotten who he really was. Kindness and love were boring, and had made him soft; it had been easy for him to slip back into moving and killing, and he very much preferred the taste of blood to the taste of grooming a loved one's fur. Truly he was favored by the gods, for he was able to return to his life of scheming and lying as though he had never left it. Venom welcomed the life of a loner with open arms, though he had the added benefit of a pack that gave him sanctuary as easily as it gave him freedom these days.
Imperium was a special place, one he was proud to be a part of, but he would leave it just as quickly as any other life if he needed--hell, even if he only wanted--to. T'was the nature of the beast, and he was unashamed of the fact that he held no loyalty. Cobain knew, and perhaps even respected it, and for that alone Venom would serve him as needed, so long as that service gave him what he wanted. And so it had.
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His reasoning had been simple; after he had run across that filthy coyote who had thwarted him, Venom had intended to, at the very least, harm her. But to her rescue had come another wolf, and between the two it had not been worth the effort. Thus the older male had fled, shamelessly abandoning his attempt to hurt the female in favor of saving his own hide. After all, he hadn't made it as long as he had by being foolish, and he wasn't ready to start now.
Three paws, not four, carried him safely along the edge of the river, keeping him far enough away that it would take quite the effort to fall in, but not so far that he was necessarily out in the open. It was dim outside, as dawn had not yet broken, but the first tricklings of sunlight brightened the land enough that his dark pelt stood out starkly against the green of the grass that often times matched the sparkling emerald of his eyes. Those eyes had never failed to charm those who were charmable, nor had they ever given away his intentions unless he wanted them to.
Currently, however, he had no intentions; the wolf was simply moving south, making his way down the continent in as smooth a way as he could. Venom had had enough of time wasting, and he was ready to return home at last, but it would take several weeks still for him to reach the secluded southern land that he had settled in. Luckily, the wolf was very much familiar with the land, not only from his recent travels but his travels of the past, when he roamed the island wreaking havoc with his brother Kimset.
Memories came to the forefront of his mind, and Venom took a moment to sit still and think. He had not rested in several hours anyway, and his muscles, though accustomed to constant use, were aching enough that a few moments would be a welcome blessing. Visions of destruction and mayhem danced behind his eyes, bringing a small smile to his lips as he remembered the times he had with his brother. That grisly gray brute, stocky as Venom was slim and absolutely horrendous at making conversation, was the only wolf he still cared about, despite hearing nothing of him for years. Their time together as young, disaster-causing wolves had been the best of Venom's life, even better than his stable life just before he was forced to remove his leg. Complacency, he found, was something he despised, and he was secretly glad to have been abandoned by his former love.
Even if he had liked having a home and family, he was thankful for the way they had left him. It had clearly been for his own good, as it had brought renewed life to a wolf who had nearly forgotten who he really was. Kindness and love were boring, and had made him soft; it had been easy for him to slip back into moving and killing, and he very much preferred the taste of blood to the taste of grooming a loved one's fur. Truly he was favored by the gods, for he was able to return to his life of scheming and lying as though he had never left it. Venom welcomed the life of a loner with open arms, though he had the added benefit of a pack that gave him sanctuary as easily as it gave him freedom these days.
Imperium was a special place, one he was proud to be a part of, but he would leave it just as quickly as any other life if he needed--hell, even if he only wanted--to. T'was the nature of the beast, and he was unashamed of the fact that he held no loyalty. Cobain knew, and perhaps even respected it, and for that alone Venom would serve him as needed, so long as that service gave him what he wanted. And so it had.
Words || 782
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Notes || OPEN THREAD SEASON WHEEEEE