At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
The Man Who Thinks of Women as Angelic Figures IP: 24.229.133.55 Posted on September 30, 2012 at 05:46:12 PM by Edgar Allan Poe
The black brute decided to feast on his meal, happy he had something. Some people didn't have anything at all, and he felt, pitiful for them. He always had preferred deer, but always wanted to try new things. He actually thought of wolf meat once, but he wasn't the kind of wolf to kill another of his kind. He had no problem with the wolves that did kill wolves, or even wolf pups, for food. He found them cool, except when they tried to kill him. That's when he wasn't so gleeful.
Poe let his emerald eyes look out into the distance before he took a bite from the deer. Oh, how he loved the flavor. This deer wasn't the best he ate, but it was better than a fat rabbit in his opinion. Too much fur; so much that it left him with no meat to chew on. He contnuied to eat, giving little smiles every so often. He never found a reason to smile while eating. How was it suppossed to be a happy moment?
His hearing was acute. Once he had heard the sound of paws, he kept his ears perked. he certianly didn't want to be killed by one of those evil wolves. Yet, he did not understand why he called them evil. He had no reason, none at all. He decided to ignore it, and slowly the sound waned, maybe because of the fact he was too focused on ignoring the sound. But then he felt the pulsation within his bosom. If beated faster and faster, as he was enveloped in fear. He didn't want his mortal life to end now!
Hearing the feya say good day, his fear dissapeared from within. He looked back at the feya, trying to let his eyes show no emotion, but instead, they showed the fear, slowly waning from inside. He took a quick whiff, smelling the faint smell of fresh blood. He still gave a little smile and stood up. Poe's fear had left him, but then he became wary of the feya. Especially with the crimson liquid around her maw, the thing found in all creatures. Blood.
But anyways he broke the silence with a bow and a few words he used as his greeting. The words were filled with audacity, along with the suativity he liked about himself
"Hello. I'm Edgar Allan Poe, but just call me Poe if you'd like madam."
Right after he finished, he heard a raven caw in the distance, which made hime feel very weary. Usually whenever he hard the little fellow's call, something bad always happened. He had never experienced once where something good happened. He let his emerald eyes show wariness. But then and there, he bade the feya to come sit by him. Even though he still was wary, he had the part inside of him no one had seen before.
He was sure he didn't want to be intimates with this wolf, for he hasn't with any others.
If she did walk next to him, his little waves would be conspicious, and he wouldn't hide them. If he got made fun of, he would just walk away. If not, he might just become friends with this feya.
OOC- Thanks! <3 I tried to put more description in this time....and wasn't even sure who I was going to do a thread with, and I wasn't sure if they would know the words or not, so I put them in my first post. I hope this time it wasn't too many long words......just wondering, who is this? Replies: There have been no replies.
