Freight Train
09-21-2013, 08:38 AM
Heavy paws landed on the ground in a familiar slow walk. Kyuboku was not a wolf who feared the world around him and found no need to rush to destinations. He had to take his time, to smell the roses. Dark inky black coat with differing shades refused to capture the light as it washed over him. Dingy and dirty, there was no real need to clean up. He had no one to look pretty for. Alamea came to mind and he grinned. "Oh, but I do have my dear sister." His inner voice rang out and a rotten chuckle soon chased after. His ears folded back, looking at the mountain before him. A volcano, about as predictable as he was. Wolves held residence there, brave souls living on the edge. He was seeking them out, hoping to join their ranks. He hated rules but that didn't mean he hated companionship. He needed to be near others but he couldn't just go hunting down his little sister so soon. Alamea had found herself a pack to protect her. She was hiding and he doubted they realized it. Scars ran down the right half of his face, that eye glazed over slowly losing vision. A wicked half smile was created by the scarring, lending to his dark look. He hit the border abruptly, a low growl bubbling up. Eyes looking around he seated himself with an annoyed huff. "The waiting game," He said internally, rolling his eyes. He loathed waiting. |