Im like death at your door,
And all you can smell is s u l f u r
That smell, freedom, outside on the plain. There was no better feeling or scent than this air of clean sea and the grasses of his birth land. The newest Blood Child was infatuated by his home, more and more wishing to explore and learn more about himself and the place he calls home. Tall grasses swallowed his small form whole as he made his way behind the black sister and his bonfire brother, who walked with the white female he called mother. Bonds were strange things, right now, he depended on this female for life. So did the others, and even they had a purpose. Competition made you stronger, and the stronger you were the harder it was to make you fall. The day is a good one, and the boy's flat green eyes move around the grasses as he keeps his stride with Jaidah. His blood-stained back and white pelt were quite easily picked out among the green of the foliage, peppered maw held skyward so he could scent the air around him.
"Stranger." He announces to his mother, alerting her to the other wolf approaching them. Even his young tones are deep, though they are carried to the ears on a grave monotone, as if his very voice betrays the sorrow he will inflict on the world. Those hollow, mournfully soothing tones were the only ones he uttered until the smooth-flowing, baleful growl was elicited from his chest. White and pale russet knives rose into the air as the pup sat, his melodically sad growl echoing at the painted male who approaches. Relaxing only when his mother moves to run herself lengthwise over the stranger's body, he knows the wolf is a relatively safe one, and like their mother. Shaddix watches Raum as she moves to the mostly white wolf, their father if Mother was to be believed. Her descriptions of his were quite apt.
He watched hungrily as Raum ate her fill, his pride demanding he find his own meals rather than scrape one out of their father's stomach. He was a male, and would not lower himself to such submissive behavior, he was expected to show himself from early on. He was a clever wolf, and knew to be at least a little subservient, but he would not cave nor cower before the beast of a father. Even when the paw was brushed against his back in such a heavy swipe it nearly had done it's job and knocked him on his back. His white legs denied the roll however, splaying out to either side to keep him firmly upright, not entirely trusting of the father, nor weak-willed enough to simply roll. This was a son of Shadow and Night, of Dread, of the darkest minds in Moladion. He would not be cowed so easily.
Im like blood on white
I will leave a m a r k
SHADDIX
bastard -- zero -- nothing to crave -- dagger of asteraia -- jaidah x reaver |
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