Wrath

?? ? ?Poseiden kept his nose close to the ground,The scent of blood from the battlefeild filled his nose and brought joy to his heart. Joy: an emotion the dark loner almost never experianced. His black heart thumped with the thrills. Oh, the battles that must have taken place here. The lives lost.?

?? ? ?He gave a snort and lifted his head scanning his horrizon. A rocky ground with solid footholds. Large boulders and trees scattered around the place for good measure. He liked what he saw. The dried bloodstains on the rocks were a nice touch.?

?? ? He lifted his muzzle to the air letting out a loud, deranged, double-toned mess of a howl. He held the howl as long as he could before his throat became uncomfitorble and hot feeling. He pulled his head back, level with his body and swallowed thickly. Soon his throat felt good again and he was back to focusing on the fight to come.