caught in the blood-fire, caught in the haze
10-14-2013, 10:11 PM
The northern winds viciously threw flurries, blasting his ivory pelt, forcing him into the caverns, forcing him away from the bitter winds. The horrible weather didn't help his horrible mood, not in the least, snarls and curses flew from his maw with every step he took and he moved into the caverns. Shaking himself violently, water repelled from his coat, and he moved deeper into the cave, low curses leaving his jaws. A snarl decorated his jaws, hackles raised, his temper seethed, as he lazily followed the scent of another deeper and deeper into the folds of the cave. His mind raced, red clouding his vision. He couldn't even remember the source of his foul mood, where it all began. A hissed sigh left his jaws, the air forced between his clenched teeth, fury radiating from his every pore, his bodice nearly shaking with the source of it. He hadn't been this angry, this blind-fully rageful in such a long time. To a lesser creature it would be terrifying, but to one like he, it was a feeling he welcomed with near open paws, near open jaws. It was an amazing feeling, it awakened it. Fury. Rage. Anger. Hatred. Only a severely unlucky creature would come across him at this moment, and that creature would pay. The scent he had been following, led him deeper into the winding tunnels, where the walls of the cave narrowed, biting into his pelt, the pain releasing endorphin's, that almost relaxed him, though they did nothing to ease the snarls that slipped from his jaws. Speech, |
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