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.
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Sure, it could be said that Draven missed daylight. During the day was when the weak felt comfortable exploring and thus it had been when he had come upon many of them - floundering females, most of them with daddy issues, looking for someone to protect them, but instead finding completely opposite. It was when he had met other titans, puffed up and self-important who wanted to brag about their conquests until they were choking on their own blood. But in daylight, he had played with his food more - worked up to build their trust, before breaking it all down, which made it all the sweeter… With the night, most the time they already a function of fear that existed within them, fear of the unknown, fear of the darkness, fear of the demons that they thought lived only in myth and legend, and their imagination and nightmares. Was Draven a cruel, sadistic evil bastard? Yes he was. But he also missed seeing the sunrise, the way it went from utter darkness to a blinding light, and admired the way that it gave the world life. But was he even alive anymore? His heart was still beating his chest, but it had an abnormally low rate, just enough to move the blood through his veins. And despite his superior metabolism, which allowed him to eat very infrequently, he always had a voracious appetite now, and would never turn down a meal. But that is a sidenote, to digress, sure, he missed daylight. But mainly, he now thought of the daytime as a hindrance - it restricted his movements. Though he had always been a little bit of a night owl, now there was a hard line as to when he could and could not travel, unless he wanted the sun to boil his brains, bake them like a delicious apple crisp. Emphasis on the crisp. But today was one of the rare days where the sun simply was not an issue. A dark, foreboding storm had started to roll through the lands, its sick thunderous clouds blotting out the dangerous rays of the day star… And Draven had wasted no time emerging from his cage as the bars melted away under the sanctity of darkness. His large paws had him galloping across the land, leaving deep pools of suction in his wake where his weight had idisrupted the mud… And ahead of him was nothing. He did not care where he went, or what he went toward, as long as it was somewhere. Large droplets fell from the sky, stinging his gaze, But he nearly laughed maniacally and swerved, dipping in to a nearby copse of foliage, allowing the overhead canopy to shield him… That is until his forward motion suddenly ceased at the sound of another. ‘Whoever is out there, show yourself. I don’t take kindly to visitors.’ Draven cocked his head, and inhaled sharply - there was no pack’s scent anywhere… And with a river running somewhere down to his left, he was quite sure that he had not invaded upon any territory. Not that he would’ve cared if he had, but now it made it all the more interesting. His ebony façade poked out through the branches, a smirk upon his face. “Unless this land has suddenly shifted today again as it did it two years ago, I am in no pack lands. So I am quite sorry, king of nowhere and nothing, but you cannot rightly have visitors in a spot that belongs no wolf. Perhaps I should be the pissed at you for crossing my path and interrupted my daily jog.” Draven walked out fully - he was a wolf of average height, average weight. He was not overly bulky, no, but he was well muscled in a way that made him almost graceful - he was lithe and long, but one would never call him lanky. His glowing crimson pools stared at the brute, amused. “But I’m never angry when another crosses my path, I always find some use for them. And what shall you be? Prey, for you would make a decent meal… or perhaps for entertainment? We shall see, won’t we?” He yawned, exposing his extended fangs given his recent mention of his hunger, they had grown to their full extent. He sat, not at all minding the mud as his rump sank into it. And when his snout came back down, his jaws closed, he smiled wickedly. “Draven, by the way. I assume you’ve never seen a vampire before. I’m intrigued, what are your thoughts?” ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ |