Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2013 20:09:34 GMT -5
Thoughts | Actions | Speech
It was a lovely day, bit nippy, there was a small breeze carrying in around the basin. It was cooler here than the south of the mainland, but the brute didn’t mind. Prey lay all around in this area, from fish littering the water to the larger game surrounding the basin. It matched the insatiable appetite Roland had, not entirely all for eating but feeling his ivories sink into each hide and the smooth crimson liquid dribble from his jaws. Earlier this week he'd crossed the Aleisul Crossing. It was rather uneventful, and never once caught wiff of another wolf.
It had been a while, too long, since Roland had a target, a victim. It wasn’t too bad, he’d been roaming the vast island for weeks before another wolf even came within site. One would think with how much life this place is teeming with, and it’s only just after the harshest part of winter, there would be more wolves. Or maybe that was just the red wolf’s hoping. That was the one disappointment the brute had had thus far; there simply was just not many 'friends to play with'. The sun shown high, few birds flew overhead, passing by on their way home. Despite all the ‘set-backs’ the wolf felt giddy, there was no reason behind it.
Roland strolled along the water’s edge, his yellow eyes swept over the water. A sick smile stretched across his face, a common look on the brute. The male swept his right paw across the top of the water, I think every thing here could use a lick of red. A disturbing laugh escaped Roland’s chest, echoing slightly just around him. The brute had a burning desire in his head, one that hadn’t been filled in those few weeks he’d been released into this new home.
There wasn’t much for a solitary wolf to do, besides hunt and survive. Packs, power, and ownership, that’s what drove most wolves. Those lucky enough to be born into such environment and grow to adulthood were few. Most seemed to congregate later in life, after their youthful hardships, to alphas and packs. Roland never had the desire to claim lands, to surround himself with others, or climb the ranking ladder in a pack.
I feel up to a game, that same smile fixed on him. A loud, booming howl came from the male’s throat. That should certainly bring something to play with. He laughed lowly to himself, pacing back and forth as he wait for anything.
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Muse; Horribad, but I tried
Word Count; 431
Notes; Sorry it’s so short, I really wanted to get something up though.