as dark as my soul

just a wolf in wolf's clothing,


it's a cloudy evening when he finds a secluded island seemingly empty of others. it discourages him as he was not a solitary creature but what better way than to spend it productively? getting busy would distract him from his personal qualms & a stimulating activity thus set the tones for today's endgame. a idea to craft and create something, something of value to the peculiar vadim. and off the brute went, marching with superficial purpose as his large body moved deeper into the island.
his trot is brisk and heavy, his eyes scanning the areas before him for a single specimen. vadim was not native here; coming far from it with secretive origins of his own. a seasoned forager with a sharp eye: he knew what to look for and where to find it. a skill that accompanied him for nearly all his two years of life, amongst others.
moments pass when he halts abruptly, his tail swaying near his ankles from the momentum as he stands before the foot of the volcano. beady indigo eyes look at the foundation of the volcano, studying it & looking for specific characteristics until he finds it. "Ah..," he relieves with a slight wag of his tail. his prize was the glinting hardened glass, a by product of rapidly cooled magma that must've happened ages before his discovery.
his gaze admires what he found before lifting his upper body up & onto the volcano's base. his inky talons coming to ruin the alp without hesitance when he begins in a focused trance; shoulder blades switching side to side as he vigorously carved his way to uncover more the obsidian. the crumbling earth only exciting him further as he released a clean piece of obsidian from the hold. it's then he ceases and returns to a stable stand, his snout learning of the black glassy specimens that laid broken at his paws. glossy shards scattered on the dry terrain as he looked it over some more before selecting a substantial piece to carve and perfect. it wouldn't be without strain as these had terribly sharp edges and fragile tips.
taking the obsidian within his mouth ever so gently, vadim slowly walked to find a suitable bed of grass to craft on.

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