Post by Sin on Nov 23, 2006 15:23:18 GMT -5
|| Tell me if I need to change anything. i.e. Time of day. And yes Ash, it's been adjusted. ^^ ||
A breeze stirred the forest, causing the flowers of the trees that still had blooms to dance and break free, skittering across the floor of the forest. Bushes swayed with the breeze, bright and beginning berries. Rabbits dashed from the suddenness of it, disappearing into their warm, earthy dens. A still pool rippled as the breeze skated across it, dropping a pure white flower in the center. Then it died as a large creature appeared from the shadows of an oak tree.
Nearly all black, the creature shook itself, muzzle wide in a yawn. White dotted his coat here and there in its coat, offsetting its cold orange eyes. The creature stretched its powerful legs, its coat rippling due to his muscles twitching from sleep. He was the ancestor of our lapdogs, our guard dogs, our running dogs. He was a wolf.
Yet he was different, having been wrongly convicted of a dark crime, this wolf knew nothing but coldness and harshness of the world since he was charged of murder by his own pack. His orange eyes burned of his hate, his gait showed his power, his speech of his coldness. This wolf was Eternal Sinner, or Sin, forever haunting dreams and lives. Once a wolf met Sin, he was different.
Sin looked around the forest, testing the air for scents of other wolves. Finding none, he dug his claws into the rain-soaked earth, enjoying the moist soil in his claws, before setting off. Life had been harsh to him and he returned the favor. He padded along the forest, following a trail only he could see, hiding in shadow when he could, jogging when he couldn’t. Night was his friend, and he embraced it like a child does candy.
The wolf scented the border of the pack lands to his left and moved to his right. How he hated packs. The thought of joining one sent his eyes aflame and his pelt bristling. Wolves had asked him if he would be interested in joining theirs. Let us say Sin had a reputation of being brutal and no wolf inquired about him joining theirs.
Sin walked along, the moonlight flitting through the treetops every so often. His eyes seemed to glow from his pelt as he traveled. His path would never end. He had traveled many miles since leaving his pack and he would never stop.
Not until his mate was avenged and his past was righted.
He had crossed into these hated pack lands to hurry his crossing and was in the middle of a forest again. He was hoping to reach the boundaries of this land before any of the wolves here found him.
But something told him that wasn't going to happen.
