Dancing with Fire and Ice.
10-11-2013, 08:12 PM
The leaves under the paws of a heavy set wolf crunch as she stalks forward. She has no destination in mind. But most of the time she didn't have any set resting-place in mind anyway. That was what she did. She was on her own for months on end. Usually she'd come across a few deer, birds, squirrels etc. anything, which of course would end up between her greedy jaws. Her greediness is what caused her frame to have a little extra pudge then most, but for Phyre, it didn't bother her one bit. Where most wolves had packs and friends to fulfill their day with, Phyre had no one. She had herself. She didn't mind it really. In face she'd rather be alone. Trust was something she was weary of. She didn't believe in packs. She hated the thought of anyone to have authority over her. She knew that it could be dangerous, considering she wasn't the quickest. But she made up for that with her wittiness. She continued forward on her quest to nothingness. She wasn't particulary a fan of the warmer weather since she had a pretty thick and heavy coat, but she was tolerate it. Her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth as she sauntered forward. It had been a long time since she had come in contact with another wolf. But again, she didn't mind. But sometimes she got bored with herself. She hadn't mind fucked anyone in awhile and she was just itching for someone, something, anything to cross her path. She needed someone to toy with. And just like that like fate seemed to be playing on her team this once, she caught scent of another. Phyre closed her jaws and stuck her muzzle towards the sky. Her ears flicker forward. Definitely a wolf. And what was this? She sniffed again. A feline? A toothy grin slides over the sides of her muzzle, just slightly exposing her teeth. Things may finally start to get interesting. |