Post by C y a n i d e on Sept 24, 2010 21:05:14 GMT -5
Ready to say goodbye?
[/size][/color][/font][/size][/color][/center]An empty sadistic creature lurked through the fog. Each footstep gaining more determination than the last. A place to think, to spy from upon high, to watch the worms wriggle at the bottom like the pathetic worthless trinkets they were. A vantage point, the icy orbs grazed the land. Hungrily soaking in the sight through the low visibility in the fog. The black demon relying upon his scent and hearing to predict if he were being followed. Black pelt shining under the very faint glimmer of the moonlight, pausing in his movements. The demon known as Rikuma tilted his head very faintly to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. The black soulless pupils very slowly trickling to the corner of his eyes as he looked over his shoulder. Malice staining his gaze as if expecting someone to magically show up within his range. Today was not a day to mess with the Beta of this pack. He was aching to rip open someone's flesh and had no problem with doing so to any wolf that might chance to cross his path of destruction.
Satisfied with spotting no one even in this thick fog he continued moving. The glimmer dancing across his black pelt, the faint one was the only give away the brute was even there. Without it he'd just be a shadow moving beneath a cloud of mist. A cloak of his own. That thought brought his mind back to what it was focused on. Rikuma wanted nothing more than to perfect his skills of stealth. The brute's muscles bunched as a large flat rock came into his proximity. Springing from his haunches, he landed nearly silently upon the top of it, pressed against a small hillside it gave way to some shadows. Rikuma let out an approving rumble from his chest. This would probably be a good place to start to claim as a favorite. He pressed himself up against the hillside, the only thing visible from his now shadowed form was the tips of his front paws playing in the faint moonlight. His hauntingly cold orbs looked directly out into the fog with pure hatred, a bone-chilling tone in them. Almost tempted to call out with his eeriest howl just to stir up some fun. No, he'd lie in wait. This spot is just perfect if anyone without it's knowledge should wander past. Perfect vantage point. The idle thoughts rolled through his mind as he stared at the swirling fog creating an eerie dance with the moonlight and black night canvas.
Screams; Sorry it took so long. Been busy.
Souls Claimed; 423
Eternal Silence; Open[/color]
