There is a chill in the air but it does not faze the large beast. Days have gone by, long hours of walking, moving through the lands. Deep clouds roll, light gray forms dancing slowly across the black above. The sun is long gone though the sky is bright. A haze resides above, a gray haze swathed in the white of the moon. It is the water he is after, the deep blue liquid of Staircase Falls. His mouth is dry, even the blood from the previous kill hangs upon his multi colored maw in a dirt like color. It is the deep color of death, staining his pelt evenly and his soul. The blood of many kills has been painted upon the darkening beast. Each one deeper and more dark than the one before it. Before long, many believed he would be painted a deep black. The blood of the reaper himself.

The day is young and the soldier moves silently, his large paws silent along the forest floor. Deep, hazel pools remain empty, like a hollow cove that holds the darkest of tales. Unrevealing in their endless color, inside rests his emotions from so long ago. Rage, envy, hatred, and pain. It is all buried deep inside, amidst the rest of them. They are all buried so very deep inside. Silence falls over the large male like a blanket. None of the forest’s talk is heard; no birds chirping, no squirrels speaking, nothing. It is empty as the wraith moves through the lands, empty as he searches for the water he so desperately needs. He craves it, for some say it washes away sins. Rockefeller is now fool though. He knows that his sins will never wash away and forever, he will be nothing more than a walking corpse. Someday, he will fall and none would weep. He has accepted his fate.

The silence is shattered, his perfect serenity breaking as the scent of another reaches his nares. Instinctively, his audits flatten, the look of murder upon his shadowed face. His scars seem to heighten as his muscles contract under that thick pelt of his. The beast pauses, his upper kisser lifted into a snarl and revealing pearly daggers. For a moment, he waits, and then the aroma enters once more, gently. A female. Silence draws once more and Rockefeller lifts his massive cranium, sighing heavily as he steps forward. His line of sight instantly draws to a maiden dressed in white. For a moment, his deep chocolates linger upon her delicate form. His face is a mask as his haunted gaze resides upon her slender form, his head tilting slightly. He appears calm, his tail lowered and his stance relaxed. In reality, Rockefelelr is never truly calm.

He says nothing though for it is the waters ahead that catch his haunted orbs next. Thirst overcomes him and his thick tongue leaves his lips, dragging across his pale kissers. Two strides he is there, at the water’s edge, next to the maiden as he laps at the cool stream. Water slides past his powerful jaws, sliding gently down his throat until his stomach is full and his body is cool. Finally, the beast turns, locking his gaze on to the female before him. He watches her for a moment, his eyes traveling but not in that perverted manner some may believe it to be. He is studying her, observing her body structure and coming to conclusions about her life. His head raises, auds perking towards her. “I did not bother you, my lady.” Low baritones slide smoothly from his kissers, his gaze never leaving her as he moves forward to stand before her. His massive frame pauses a foot away and the beast lowers his head to her, bowing almost. Though he is a dark creature, bred for killing and destroying all who go against him, though he was born of blood and for blood, he knew respect and how to treat a lady.

“I am Rockefeller. May I gain the pleasure of your name?” More thick words, a hidden accent within them that had been masked by years of hiding it. If this lass was a male, he would have killed her or moved on. She was not though, she was a female and for that very reason she is safer with him than many others.

ooc: UH SO SUCKY!! I sorry <3

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