Alone in the Wilderness, Again.
02-05-2013, 05:16 PM
Silence was this male's best advocacy. The dark hue of his coat often made it extremely difficult for him to see at darker times. Being that he was large was a slight disadvantage, though he usually worked it off by keeping close to the ground. He had been traveling for about six days, and eventually came along these flat lands. After being transferred to the familiar area when he was a younger brute, he had begun to adapt to the horrifying surroundings that he had been throw into. He was strong and muscular, agile and brave. He had to hunt by himself, being that he had no one to hunt with. It was a painfully lonely life. Something, though, told him that this area would be different. The idea of seeing another wolf sent him into a flurry of uneasiness. He had been living solo for two years, and wasn't exactly keen on being social. He had no need to, after all. Sighing, he narrowed his eyes and continued to walk onwards. The land around him had flattened significantly, and it was only changed by a peak of stone that sat on the area near the horizon. "Perhaps there is someone living there," Diablo grumbled to himself, placing each of his white fore-paws in front of one another. The journey was annoyingly slow. The constant movement had caused the usually rough, black paws of his paw-pads to ache significantly, and each step sent a rivet of pain through his muscles. There had ought to be something living there. The grass was lively there, and the area was littered with trees and underbrush. It seemed like the perfect place for something - or someone, to be hiding. Suddenly, each tendon and every fibre in his body froze. The light breeze that had been going in his direction had sent in the scent of another male. Instinctively, he raised his hackles and erected his ears forwards. He had nothing to be aggressive about, but the scent had made him nervous. He couldn't see this wolf.. but could it see him? |