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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I don't care about anyone else but me | Open [ M ]
IP: 158.140.57.4


Do I really want this
Sometimes I scare myself
I just can't let it go




OOC- Put a M tag for some gore, don't know if it needs to be tagged and id rather be safe than sorry.




He licks his front teeth and sucks in a breath, a bit of drool dribbles down his chin. The mahogany beast stands tall on his boulder by the beach, chest puffed out and teeth, unwillingly, shown to the world. His amber gaze watches the icy ocean and time slows as the waves crash onto the sand. The sea breeze plays with his scarred coat, which somehow maintains its sleekness despite the years of abuse. Everything is calm, cold, and peaceful. Disturbed closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He has no idea where the hell he is.

Amber eyes snap open and glare at the ocean like it had personally offended him. He gives a huff, like the mature wolf he is, and hops off the boulder. His landing isn't great and he'd maul anyone who'd witness it. Soft sand is the enemy he thinks furiously as he face plants into the cold sand. He angrily picks his frame up and shakes himself like a possessed man throwing devils off his back. A few more shakes and some choice words and disturbed is back to his normal sadistic self. He licks his front teeth again and spits a bit to get rid of residual sand that his missing front lip couldn't protect his teeth from.

Disturbed decides to go on a lovely moonlit walk by his lonesome with the hopes of finding some poor soul alone. This place is nice and peaceful, a good place to find someone lost in thought staring out at the endless ocean. A theoretical person who wouldn't hear the light shifting of sand, a theoretical person who wouldn't know what was happening till sharp teeth were already inches in their throat. This make believe person would instinctively jerk away from his teeth, only tearing the wound open more. They'd try to run, or maybe fight, but either way disturbed would keep his distance and watch as their crimson life blood pooled on the ground. He can taste the copper now and violent shiver shakes down his spine as his little fantasy plays in his mind while he stalks the edges of the beach.



D I S T U R B E D
Can you believe it
Everything happens for reasons
I just don't know


I.Male II.Adult III.Mahogany, black mask, light grey unders IV.No home V.Dire x Ethiopian Wolf
VI. controlled by Fry


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