Damn him.

A storm is coming, inside and out. Above the dark waves roll with passion as they loom within the sky. The wind howls, rising slowly from a low whine to a great roar. Loose rocks tumble down from their places within the rocky hills. They crash their way down to the earth, making a broken pathway along the dangerous terrain. In the middle of it all resides another storm, this one raging with an unmoving gray beast. The wind wrestles with his long, thick fur, tearing at him in an attempt to uproot him from his sturdy spot. There the soldier stands, his lips curled back in an angry grimace. His scarred face seems to crinkle hideously with the movement. Those pearly whites flashing towards the storm itself and perhaps an invisible enemy that simply lies within. His thick, muscled legs are rigid as he holds his mass in place so the wind cannot break through him.

He was supposed to be here an hour ago.

Where was that damned twin of his? His partner in crime and other half. Gone. Once more that fool had left his side and it was an understatement to say that Malikye was pissed. Liquid starts to spill from the skies, landing gently upon his thick coat and sliding within the maze of hairs to find their way towards his heated flesh. Steam seems to rise from the dark beast and he clenches his jaw as he braces himself from the next wave of angry winds that come at him from the side. His eyes are closed, those beauties hidden from the world as he simply plans a way to kill his brother. The storm has just began, the winds only starting their hate march. The rains were only just barely falling and within Malikye, he was only just beginning to allow himself to snap.

He probably found another floosy to hassel.

A horrendous growl reverberates through his chest and out through sharp canines. His eyes snap open, those oceanic pools with purple specks locking on to a rock tumbling towards him. With a snarl, the muscled soldier rests his weight upon his hind legs before launching, propelling himself over the rolling stone as he lands powerfully upon the earth. Massive paws come to rest upon a larger stone, one that was sturdy into the earth. It is upon this stone that he can feel the storm breaking, about to crash forward with all its might. He stands upon the stone, daring the winds to knock him down. His head raises, tail held high as he lifts his gaze angrily to the sky. The rains pour from the clouds. The storm breaks.

Let him come, his head will be torn from his body.


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