Post by cloudiewolf on Jun 21, 2010 1:30:37 GMT -5
He liked it here. It was almost certainly his favorite part of the territory. The skies reminded him of how he was, and would always be. As they always were.
Always and never were words the flecked wolf found comfort in. He would always be apart. He would never have a friend. Which suited him just fine - friends were a waste of effort.
His long muzzle pointed upward, fangs bared in equal parts anger, hate, and fearful respect towards those beings of such power, those evil ones, those - gods. His lean tail whapped back and forth, back and forth, his paws shuffling on the dying grass. He wondered why it didn't just give up and die - stupid plants. The Riuna male smelled their rotting, decaying scent - it was not strong, at least not relatively, but it hung in the air like cobwebs between trees. Huh. Earth. It didn't seem that powerful - likely it wasn't. How could Adair ever flourish when it was ruled by the weaker gods? Dargan, now there was a god worth respecting. But the earth Caelestis - spare him. Who cared about a younger god? He only owed obedience to the greatest god of all - and his mate.
But he would probably have to go back soon, much to his dismay. True, the other Venta were probably all still there eating - Verbera, Fessran. He hated them both - Verbera for her sickening wings, Fessran for her spikes.
Meh, they were probably being good little mutants and doing their job looking after those whining balls of fur. And who cared about him? He could stay out as long as he liked.
A crooked smile of worn fangs and stumpy teeth opened on the canine's sour face.
OOC: I hope this is okay, it's my first-ever post as a wolf.
Always and never were words the flecked wolf found comfort in. He would always be apart. He would never have a friend. Which suited him just fine - friends were a waste of effort.
His long muzzle pointed upward, fangs bared in equal parts anger, hate, and fearful respect towards those beings of such power, those evil ones, those - gods. His lean tail whapped back and forth, back and forth, his paws shuffling on the dying grass. He wondered why it didn't just give up and die - stupid plants. The Riuna male smelled their rotting, decaying scent - it was not strong, at least not relatively, but it hung in the air like cobwebs between trees. Huh. Earth. It didn't seem that powerful - likely it wasn't. How could Adair ever flourish when it was ruled by the weaker gods? Dargan, now there was a god worth respecting. But the earth Caelestis - spare him. Who cared about a younger god? He only owed obedience to the greatest god of all - and his mate.
But he would probably have to go back soon, much to his dismay. True, the other Venta were probably all still there eating - Verbera, Fessran. He hated them both - Verbera for her sickening wings, Fessran for her spikes.
Meh, they were probably being good little mutants and doing their job looking after those whining balls of fur. And who cared about him? He could stay out as long as he liked.
A crooked smile of worn fangs and stumpy teeth opened on the canine's sour face.
OOC: I hope this is okay, it's my first-ever post as a wolf.