Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.


Life seemed to be moving in slow motion lately. The brute went about lazily, not doing anything and growing more and more restless and bored. It had been some time since his last encounter with a varg, and he was due for another. His time with Macaria had been very unique, something that he doubted would be repeated. And honestly he was not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. The darkly pelted male thought back on it often, not because he had fallen for her but because she had been the most recent femme he had been with and because of the uniqueness of their encounter. She had been a feisty femme, just the type that he liked. But she had shared her darker side with him, the side that liked to feast on other canines. Padfoot was not the judgmental type, but he did not share this particular thirst, so even though Macaria had invited him to join her, he had not taken the opportunity. At first he thought she was going to leave when he turned her down, but she got over it and it led them to a night of fun. But that had been many moons ago, and the male was hungering for another varg to spend some time with. Not necessarily sexually, though he was not one to turn that down, but he had been wandering on his own for some time now.

The midnight colored brute had not personally been affected by the magic and recent changes within the forest. He had no magical blood in him and lived in no pack. He enjoyed the changes because it gave him new places to explore without actually needing to leave Blossom. Padfoot had too much of a wanderlust soul to stay put in one spot, so he was happy to be in Blossom once more. Not that he had been unhappy before, he had just grown bored. He sometimes wondered if being a pack would give him something to do, but he had never been one to follow rules, so he would probably just get himself kicked out. Paws carried him through trees that he had not yet explored, and he heard the distant sound of waves splashing onto a beach. He knew that there had been a large lake nearby before, so maybe it was still there. He decided to check it out and see what changes may have been there. Once he passed through the tree line he saw that the lake had grown exponentially. As his grey orbs looked around he saw that he could not see the other side of land as he once could before. Ink colored paws stepped into the waves and noticed how much colder the water was.

The handsome male continued down the beach, sand and pebbles crunching beneath his paws as he left a trail of paw prints behind him. The scarred male walked with confidence, not at all self conscious of the prominent battle scar that went across his facial structures. In fact he liked his scar, and he caught a glimpse of it in the waters reflection between crashing waves. As he continued his stroll he spotted the form of another varg. She was opposite to him, a snow colored white to his midnight black. He admired how pretty she was, and decided to go and say hello. As he padded forward he kept a smile upon his kissers, keeping his plume neutral behind him to let her know that he was not here to bother her. He heard her comment on how peaceful the scene was, and he hoped she would not be opposed to his company, though most females were not. ”Hello there. What is a pretty lady like you doing all alone here?”

That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.

Picture and table credit to Alesana <3