Post by Venom on Feb 27, 2016 22:59:22 GMT -5
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[attr="class","pltxt"] The strange gait of the dark wolf traveled slowly along the edge of the river, hidden only slightly by the mist that had begun to roll in from the lake. Black fur did not blend well with white, but the thickness of the substance worked well from a distance. Any creature who wasn't within fifteen feet of Venom would barely see him, and likely only notice the movement and not the wolf himself. That worked just fine for the loner; he was often uninterested in interacting with others, especially considering the amount of enemies he continued to rack up. It was amazing how heated others got when he attempted to (or did) kill loved ones. Frankly, it amused the older wolf to no end, and he would not stop until he was forced to.
Killing was a part of him as much as his leg wasn't. From a year of age he had been a killer, and a remorseless one at that. He and his brother Kimset had spent many bloody years together, and a part of the male hoped he would see the grizzled gray brute again someday, but he doubted it; if Kimset had not gotten himself into an inescapable situation, he was likely off on his own, avoiding others at all costs. Venom had always been the charmer, the talker, and Kimset had been the starter of violence.
Being separated from his brother did nothing to dull the joy of said violence, but it did mean that Venom spent much less time seeking out trouble. Without an accomplice, it was much harder to get away with massacres, and so the slim male was forced to pick off those who wandered in unclaimed territory and who were naive enough to trust him. The most satisfying kill were those like Jericho--a wolf who had trusted him very much during their first meeting, and went into their last without a clue.
Venom took a deep breath and paused at the edge of the massive lake, lowering his head to drink for a few moments, his emerald eyes scanning the short distance before him as his tall ears listened carefully for an approach. It would be easy to be snuck up on here, and as such the male's senses were on high alert. As a rather petite and disabled wolf, there was usually no danger from the average wolf, but any like him could cause a problem. And, considering he was technically trespassing on a land of giants, care was absolutely necessary.
Words || 425
Tags || Alina, Avariella
Notes || Here we go. x)
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Killing was a part of him as much as his leg wasn't. From a year of age he had been a killer, and a remorseless one at that. He and his brother Kimset had spent many bloody years together, and a part of the male hoped he would see the grizzled gray brute again someday, but he doubted it; if Kimset had not gotten himself into an inescapable situation, he was likely off on his own, avoiding others at all costs. Venom had always been the charmer, the talker, and Kimset had been the starter of violence.
Being separated from his brother did nothing to dull the joy of said violence, but it did mean that Venom spent much less time seeking out trouble. Without an accomplice, it was much harder to get away with massacres, and so the slim male was forced to pick off those who wandered in unclaimed territory and who were naive enough to trust him. The most satisfying kill were those like Jericho--a wolf who had trusted him very much during their first meeting, and went into their last without a clue.
Venom took a deep breath and paused at the edge of the massive lake, lowering his head to drink for a few moments, his emerald eyes scanning the short distance before him as his tall ears listened carefully for an approach. It would be easy to be snuck up on here, and as such the male's senses were on high alert. As a rather petite and disabled wolf, there was usually no danger from the average wolf, but any like him could cause a problem. And, considering he was technically trespassing on a land of giants, care was absolutely necessary.
Words || 425
Tags || Alina, Avariella
Notes || Here we go. x)
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