The lithe ashen frame of King Kong walked through the thick underbrush, his dark eyes scanning the terra firma as he walked. His nose twitched at the unfamiliar smells, tail curling up in a neutral position as he made his way forward. His ears set in a forward position, our boy was not on a mission, but he wasn't just out for a stroll either. He had followed his nose thus far, it telling him there was a pack in this general direction. But Kong wasn't much of a directional guy. This area was still too new to him. Too strange. The smells still tingled his nose and the ground still tickled his paws as he walked.
As he made his way through, his slow steady pace slowed, catching the scent of other wolves more closely now. This was it. Lacing his acoustics of midnight back, Kong dipped his muzzle to the rich earth, finding the scent patterns of the alpha, or should he say alphess. Drawing them into his airways, he followed it till it got strong, meaning this was the border to the territory. Cross it without submission and kiss your furry butts goodbye. Well, Kong wanted to do no such thing of course. He was a gentlemanly wolf, and as gentlemen do, he was going to wait politely for the alphess to make her grand appearance.
Folding his strong haunches beneath him, Kong sat down on the grass carpeted soil, curling his thick ashen tail around his slender frame. Dark embers scanned the area again, wondering if it was acceptable to call out for the femme. He was sure she would pick up his unfamiliar aroma and come to investigate though. A sigh was heaved from his lungs as the fellow looked off into the distance, daydreaming as usual. He wondered if the alpha was a nice broad or one of those "eat shit and die" characters. He also wondered if she accepted males. A stupid question perhaps, but he had come across females on his travels that were set on the fact of wolfess only clans.
Maiden clans, if you will. He had nothing against them, mind you. They just made it a little harder for a guy to find a safe place to bed down for the night when you've got huntresses acting like bitches in heat, growling in your sensitive ears and scratching at your throat. He had always wondered what the poor chap that made them that way had done. Maybe he'd beat them. Maybe he'd loved them too much. A soft smile painted his features. Kong was a romantic. He believed in love, yet couldn't seem to find it. Every time he thought he found a good girl to try with, she'd either up and disappear or run off with another male, or something.
I know what you're probably thinking. You're probably thinking King Kong must be a bad boyfriend, in all senses of the word, to run off a chick. He's not the clingy type. You ask for a week apart, he'll give you whatever your little heart desires. Pretty much the only thing he's ever been accused of correctly, being too nice. He'd been stepped all over before by belles, thinking it was love then finding out the bitch was using him for the food. He was a spoiler, always going out to hunt and bring back foot to set at his queen's feet. Kong had tried the mean method. He just couldn't pull it off. If a wolf of any kind ever cowered before him, he'd instantly give mercy and let them walk away. He couldn't hurt a fly, literally.
Now I'm not saying he's a coward either. King Kong just knew what times were times to fight and what times weren't. He'd been an alpha, once upon a time. It had been fun while it lasted. He'd defended his home time and again, putting down challenger after challenger. How did he lose his land if he was so good, you might ask. He left. Like I said before, Kong is a romantic. He wanted to find a soul mate, someone to love who would truly return his love. Power came second to this tender desire. So when none of the selfish females that wandered his way met his criteria, Kong left the pack to his eldest and most promising son, and got the hell out of dodge.
Now he was homeless and a pack was a good place to start. He would start out with a leader, and possibly some friends, if there were any true ones to be found. Then maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to find someone worth living life for here too. He sure hoped so. He'd been searching a long time. But enough daydreaming. The alpha would be arriving soon. Kong turned his head from the clouds, lowering his crown to an acceptable height in case the alphess was one of those phantoms that liked to make sure you were at least half submitting before she arrived. His auds still laced back, his eyes soft as always, Kong was ready to be a part of something again. Would he be allowed that privilege?
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King kong~male~Grey Wolf~four winters~coal black w/gold eyes
manipulated by DarQ
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