Hybrid Theory
07-06-2013, 10:13 PM
A large, lean figure was trotting about, free and content. A beautiful black covered a tall frame, underneath which rippled wiry, but defined muscles. A russet streak started at the wolf's eyebrow, trailing over their eyelid, down their cheek, throat, and meeting with a blaze of red on their chest. Powerful front legs were swallowed by the colour as well. The wolf was an interesting sight, especially when one noticed the thick mane of unruly ebony fur around their neck. Bi coloured orbs glow faintly from a feminine face, yes, this intimidating creature was a woman. Her left eye was a deep evergreen, and her right a bright cyan blue.
The hellish looking dame caught sight of a large brute, coat black as night beneath the mud scattering his body. Deciding to go ahead and see who this man was, she trotted over to him. As she got closer, the ebony and russet she wolf saw that this male was an equally scary sight as herself. Her interest was sparked further, and she picked up her pace. She neared the large man, whos muscles were thick and massive beneath his coat, and slowed her approach. She knew better than to simply walk up to a stranger and plop onesself down beside them. Some wolves were agressive, especially towards her, and would attack. Others would flee with their tails tucked. So the wild looking maiden decided to sit down a few paces away.
Hi there!
She called, beating her thick, bushy obsidian tail against the terra in greeting. After that, there was not much else she could do but wait, for an answer, a signal of aggression, a hasty escape. She was not beautiful, despite her feminine curves. She had no dainty face, no delicate paws, no appeal. All this lady possessed was a sleek coat, more muscle than most females, curves, and high cheekbones. Her dual pigmented orbs marred what could be a pretty face, and her strange pelt destroyed any chance of her body being noticeably attractive. Though, this was simply her point of view, none had contradicted it, nor supported it. So she waited, to see what this ebony brute would do.
The hellish looking dame caught sight of a large brute, coat black as night beneath the mud scattering his body. Deciding to go ahead and see who this man was, she trotted over to him. As she got closer, the ebony and russet she wolf saw that this male was an equally scary sight as herself. Her interest was sparked further, and she picked up her pace. She neared the large man, whos muscles were thick and massive beneath his coat, and slowed her approach. She knew better than to simply walk up to a stranger and plop onesself down beside them. Some wolves were agressive, especially towards her, and would attack. Others would flee with their tails tucked. So the wild looking maiden decided to sit down a few paces away.
Hi there!
She called, beating her thick, bushy obsidian tail against the terra in greeting. After that, there was not much else she could do but wait, for an answer, a signal of aggression, a hasty escape. She was not beautiful, despite her feminine curves. She had no dainty face, no delicate paws, no appeal. All this lady possessed was a sleek coat, more muscle than most females, curves, and high cheekbones. Her dual pigmented orbs marred what could be a pretty face, and her strange pelt destroyed any chance of her body being noticeably attractive. Though, this was simply her point of view, none had contradicted it, nor supported it. So she waited, to see what this ebony brute would do.