ivory

Pad falls filled the air as the elaborate beast made his way towards the Fossil Ridge, the moon making its grand appearance. A pink and blue gaze swept the area with a ravenous gaze, one of curiosity and wonder. An autumnal wind swept through a thickening alabaster and ebony pelt as the drumming of his steps fell silent. The tall Wolf stood at the edge of the Ridge with a raised brow. Exposed fossils littered the cracked earth. Dust covered everything in sight but the gentle gleam of ivory was still very evident. The mutant moved his way quietly towards a larger ribcage that lay upon the earth. Seemingly another Wolf had dug it up previous to his arrival. But, there were no signs of others around currently so it may had been days since. Nevertheless the man eyed the bones with a certain curiosity.

It had been months since he left his Kingdom and endured the lonely life of a rogue. Wandering with only his own thoughts and nature for entertainment. The once pampered pooch was in the real world fending for himself and he felt rather indifferent about it at this point. With days upon days of seething rage and hatred. There was no use for such emotions in this new world. He was not a Prince but a mere loner, thus it was time to make a name for himself. There was no cushioned throne awaiting for him. This new life is what he will make of it and the beats has grand plans. But first he must find the natives he has smelled but never seen. It is evident these lands are inhabited by other Wolves but he had yet to meet one. Despite being a rather reclusive demon even he desired minimal social contact every now and again.