Post by Destra on Apr 16, 2013 16:33:44 GMT -6
The land here was wet, flooded with water and with every step it sucked at the body, threatening to pull it into the deep depths of the earth. Yet, the big black brute that called this place home threatened another tentative step on the swampy earth. He was big for a wolf, his black fur long and shaggy. Though slightly unkempt, the night colored locks suited the male with is large paws and long legs. The blue orbs above his muzzle flicked back and forth, a hint of fear stifling the deep flame of madness. Across his muzzle, scars parted the fur and shone as smooth pink skin in the spattered sunlight.
The brute’s name was Damien, and as normal as the name sounds on the tongue, nearly bland, he is known as anything but. Wildly, is eyes flickered from tree to tree that surrounded the boggy area, his ears falling back and a growl slipping from his muzzle as his lip curled. Inside his mind, the voices struck up a cacophony of shrieks and cackles. His eyes shut tight, Damien lifted a muddy and soaked paw to rub at his skill, a slight whimper sounding. Suddenly a stature of resolve over took him and he stood tall, his eyes opening to reveal a steely glint. These voices would not be the end of him, they would not tell him what to do any longer. They would not control him any longer, ”Go away! Leave me alone!” He shouted the words, the birds, frightened, took flight into the sky, screaming a warning to any prey that would have otherwise been unaware. Angrily, he thrashed at the water that seeped along the top of the land, mud smattering his fur and for a while, the voices quieted themselves into the recesses of his mind.
The brute’s name was Damien, and as normal as the name sounds on the tongue, nearly bland, he is known as anything but. Wildly, is eyes flickered from tree to tree that surrounded the boggy area, his ears falling back and a growl slipping from his muzzle as his lip curled. Inside his mind, the voices struck up a cacophony of shrieks and cackles. His eyes shut tight, Damien lifted a muddy and soaked paw to rub at his skill, a slight whimper sounding. Suddenly a stature of resolve over took him and he stood tall, his eyes opening to reveal a steely glint. These voices would not be the end of him, they would not tell him what to do any longer. They would not control him any longer, ”Go away! Leave me alone!” He shouted the words, the birds, frightened, took flight into the sky, screaming a warning to any prey that would have otherwise been unaware. Angrily, he thrashed at the water that seeped along the top of the land, mud smattering his fur and for a while, the voices quieted themselves into the recesses of his mind.
