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


A weird sadness had recently overcome the brute, one that he had not anticipated ever happening to him. Padfoot had always been the type to be on his own, at least he had been that way since losing his friends. But friends was not the right word…the group had been more like brothers than friends. So really it was like he had lost his family. But that was so long ago and he didn’t often let himself think on it. As far as he was concerned he had always been alone. It was easier that way. There would be no bothersome feelings and connections to get in the way like it had in the past. He had discovered that this was the best way of life, but others did not always agree. Even though Padfoot had become accustomed to this lifestyle, he still did crave the company of others. He just wanted it to be temporary company and no lasting or lingering relationships, whether it be with a femme or another brute, he had never been on to discriminate the sort of company he kept.

But things had been somewhat different as of late. The male had come across a femme who was clearly in mourning, and now he had wished that he never approached her. Padfoot remembered the internal struggle he went though, part of him saying to just walk away from the crying femme. But the haunting voice of one of his friends, who always wanted to help others, had echoed in his head and he knew that he couldn’t ignore that. And then he had met the femme that was the stark opposite of him. She was all white, where he was all black. She had no blemishes on her form, where he was littered with scars. One thing led to another and then the brute found the pair getting more intimate than he had anticipated. What he ha expected to be another brief encounter with a varg turned into a longer term relationship. The femme had sought him out again, informing him that she had become pregnant from their day together. Padfoot was shocked to hear this, but also surprised that this was the first time that this had happened. She was by no means the first femme he had been with, but somehow had never managed to have pups. That he knew of anyways.

The midnight colored brute had never thought of becoming a father before, but now that it was in front of him about to happen, he knew that he would embrace it. He had never had a good relationship with his own father and he didn’t want to do that to his own young. But it seemed that fate had different plans when he found the female dead…and the pups with her. Even though he had not met the young, he had felt that he had already grown to care for them. And the loss hit him harder than he anticipated something like this would. Especially with a random femme that he had no true connection with. The brute found himself wandering around aimlessly after losing the family he never got to meet, not interested in seeing others at all now. What was the point when everything always disappeared anyways? But somehow Padfoot forced himself to live on, even if his heart was not in as it had once been. He was just going through the motions, hunting to stay alive but never tasting his food. But one day, he finally felt something again, a new spark to life.

Summer was in full swing in the forest, and Padfoot stopped at the river for a drink, quenching his thirst from the sun’s heat. His head felt a bit foggy after he had done so, but he thought that maybe he was more dehydrated than he realized and didn’t think anything of it. His body then seemed to move without his brain telling it to, black paws carrying him through the grass away from the waters. He caught the scent of a stranger, a femme, and it urged him forward. He had often sought out femmes to spend time with, but this time felt different. There was something more driving him forward, telling him that this was the right thing to do. Even though not long ago he felt the urge to isolate himself from others. Paws carried him quickly to catch up to the stranger with the especially unique and attractive scent, and when he saw her he stopped in his tracks. Grey orbs took in the site of the most unique looking varg he had ever laid eyes on. Not only was she an attractive warrior, but she had antlers! For a moment he thought he had lost his mind. Surely this was not possible? But the femme was standing in front of him, so it had to be real, even if there was no logical explanation for it But Padfoot had never been one to question things like this, but rather just went with it. As he approached, he spoke to alert her to his presence. ”Excuse me miss for being so bold, but you are the most unique femme I have ever laid eyes upon. I hope you don’t mind if I join your company?” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, and not just because of the antlers upon her brow. She truly was a beautiful wolf.

Picture and table credit to Alesana <3

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