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.
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Posted on April 10, 2014 at 06:09:17 AM by RYKER
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/\ Ryker /\ Demon /\ Water floods every inch of my vision, the heaving mass of it trickling into the depths of what has passed. My claws burrow into the sand; massive black talons extending, sinking and seeking to rip the life out of this insolent abomination. I’ve never set eyes on so much of the elixir. The tainted stench of the contaminated run off water festers through my hollow skull. Like the desert haze, an image of a sleek, soft full bellied fool waves vaguely in my mind’s eye. I can only imagine the sort of wolves that gather here - entitled, ignorant, obnoxious. In the ghostly aquatic light of reflection, only the dim outline of the landscape is visible. I stare for a few moments longer - the gentle waves teasing - and then turn. Now facing the looming darkness of the forest, there’s a shadow of the bottomless rage that so frequently defines my actions. A second later, sandy floor giving way beneath my weight, the woods frees me from what little light glanced off my ragged black fur. I don’t fear the dark, not like the others. What is there to fear? What is there to fear when you were weaned and raised by the black night itself. I’m a little way into the wooden world when the irregular sounds draw me back. Someone else is out. Shamelessly eager, I remain still - nothing more than a layer of shadow amongst thousands. Quick footsteps, then the sand shifting. They’re out on the beach. Close. Water splashes gently. The scent of another now evident, each paw fall of mine is imprisoning - caging the earth beneath it with ominous strength. The thudding beat of my heart sends triggers lancing along the grotesque scars streaking my form: unearthly and no more then the tribal beat of a drum announcing some incomprehensible ritual. There is nothing in my genes that can be predicted by the natural ones; forsaken, left for the crows, no mother shaped my morals nor my empathy and all any parents left me with was a hate - evil, nurtured by the poisoned creeks and the scavengers. Drawing air over my tongue, the smell of the living precedes the outline of the other. So vulnerable, her back turned and drinking from the reservoir of water. Tall and fading in shadow, the stranger sets something off in me. I snarl quietly - not caring to be heard or not. Standing just at the tree line, for some odd reason, I decide to leave it up to them. Whether or not they notice the presence of the devil is their choice tonight. OOC: sorry it took so long and post is short!! |
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- i’m living uʍop ǝpısdn - By Red Spoiler April 14, 2014 at 07:27:36 PM
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