Post by Raikin on Apr 22, 2006 20:45:19 GMT -5
Be a Candle in the Dark
The moonlight was dim, highlighting the bright silver streaks from the wolven's pelt. His pads moved gracefully over the ground, midnight ebon. He seemed to reflect the whole night sky, full of stars against the darkness. The way he carried himself, you would think- Alpha. Bingo. The wolven moved across the ground heading up towards a ridge overlooking a clearing then more evergreens and oaks. The whole place was a mystery but an excellant hunting ground. Raikin lived alone though he held an alliance with the Cicero clan. He rarely went to his packlands, maybe to appear for a misty second or to an intruder. Once he had more members, the ebon wolven would be hard to find. He melted into the shadows, into the morning mist. Fear. It wasn't unusual for the gleaming crimson sunset orbs to scare the daylights out of anyone unfortunate enough to come across them. Slowly, quietly, he crouched atop the grassy knoll to spot any prey out for a moonlight amble. His auds pricked up skywards, capturing any sounds. The quiet crack of a twig snapping into two underneath the weight of a whitetail deer alerted Raikin to it's presence. He set off, almost crawling along the knoll, bending towards the forest. His silver whiskers quivered with excitement. Another chase.
There it went. The scents were clear. Ebon crania swiftly swung around and he continued, pads making almost no noise on the pine needles under foot. Then suddenly he caught sight of a flying pearl splash then the clear thudding of hooves. Using the knoll, Raikin launched himself into the air, landed smoothly on the slope then he himself set off at a sprint. He was a silver shooting star in the dark forest as he moved with fluid steps. The deer was just ahead. His pads struck the ground for the final time and powerful rear muscles launched him into the air once more. His talons outstretched, groping for the flesh then he caught hold of a rough pelted beast. The deer struggled but the wolven clawed his way up onto it's back and slammed his powerful jaws down on it's spine. The deer collasped and Raikin hovered above the life giving vein for a few seconds before plunging his ivories into the neck. He thrusted his crania upwards, crimson liquid spilling from his jaws and with a sinister yet satisfied chuckle he slid into a down and plunged his ivories into the tender flesh again and again. Every bit of flesh that went down renewed his strength anew.
He was the thing to fear in the dark. His powerful limbs and crushing jaws were not a force to reckon with. He took his time, sliding his ivories across the short pelt and into the flesh. He tugged and pulled, carrying the blood with the meat that went down his throat. It was a cool night and his silver dipped tassel was wrapped around his bloodstained ebon pelt. Delicious. The demon of the forest, lurking and waiting. A deer wasn't satisfying enough. He wanted one of those foolhardy canines. This followed a spine-chilling laugh that echoed throughout the quiet evergreens of the forest.
The moonlight was dim, highlighting the bright silver streaks from the wolven's pelt. His pads moved gracefully over the ground, midnight ebon. He seemed to reflect the whole night sky, full of stars against the darkness. The way he carried himself, you would think- Alpha. Bingo. The wolven moved across the ground heading up towards a ridge overlooking a clearing then more evergreens and oaks. The whole place was a mystery but an excellant hunting ground. Raikin lived alone though he held an alliance with the Cicero clan. He rarely went to his packlands, maybe to appear for a misty second or to an intruder. Once he had more members, the ebon wolven would be hard to find. He melted into the shadows, into the morning mist. Fear. It wasn't unusual for the gleaming crimson sunset orbs to scare the daylights out of anyone unfortunate enough to come across them. Slowly, quietly, he crouched atop the grassy knoll to spot any prey out for a moonlight amble. His auds pricked up skywards, capturing any sounds. The quiet crack of a twig snapping into two underneath the weight of a whitetail deer alerted Raikin to it's presence. He set off, almost crawling along the knoll, bending towards the forest. His silver whiskers quivered with excitement. Another chase.
There it went. The scents were clear. Ebon crania swiftly swung around and he continued, pads making almost no noise on the pine needles under foot. Then suddenly he caught sight of a flying pearl splash then the clear thudding of hooves. Using the knoll, Raikin launched himself into the air, landed smoothly on the slope then he himself set off at a sprint. He was a silver shooting star in the dark forest as he moved with fluid steps. The deer was just ahead. His pads struck the ground for the final time and powerful rear muscles launched him into the air once more. His talons outstretched, groping for the flesh then he caught hold of a rough pelted beast. The deer struggled but the wolven clawed his way up onto it's back and slammed his powerful jaws down on it's spine. The deer collasped and Raikin hovered above the life giving vein for a few seconds before plunging his ivories into the neck. He thrusted his crania upwards, crimson liquid spilling from his jaws and with a sinister yet satisfied chuckle he slid into a down and plunged his ivories into the tender flesh again and again. Every bit of flesh that went down renewed his strength anew.
He was the thing to fear in the dark. His powerful limbs and crushing jaws were not a force to reckon with. He took his time, sliding his ivories across the short pelt and into the flesh. He tugged and pulled, carrying the blood with the meat that went down his throat. It was a cool night and his silver dipped tassel was wrapped around his bloodstained ebon pelt. Delicious. The demon of the forest, lurking and waiting. A deer wasn't satisfying enough. He wanted one of those foolhardy canines. This followed a spine-chilling laugh that echoed throughout the quiet evergreens of the forest.
