as dark as my soul

just a wolf in wolf's clothing,


he took no effort to clean up his mess, let alone consider any others that might've found themselves victim to the jagged edges of exposed obsidian. he cared not,- while on his own mission to make a weapon. he slowly came to a pause when he found a soft bed of grass to craft on, his larger body coming to a relaxed sit while he placed the glass down carefully to assess it further before carving took place. but it's then someone disrupts him; chiming in with an irrelevant question to his right. he turns his head to view who spoke, his eyes hardening with an unfriendly glare to them. they seize her, and confront her, as his indigo eyes rolled over her face and form. a small wolf, but it resemble that of a common dog rather. a mutt perhaps? he grew slowly intrigued, but not in a good way.
he hums to himself, "Hmm.." as if thinking aloud to his filthier ponders. his eyes relaxed some but still held a questionable essence inside them, something masked. "I am forging a weapon." he answered plainly, his fangs clicking as he closed his mouth again. he fetches his nose for a moment, pointing to his right in effort to guide her away. "find your own obsidian." he sneered slightly, his cavernous teeth flashing for only a second in brief warning that he didn't desire to share.
he turns back, not concerned with her any further when he places both massive frontal paws upon the thick obsidian slice, keeping it still. there is a rough stone near by & he quickly extends his neck to grab it with his teeth before placing it down near his glass. before he starts, Vadim shoots a look at the woman, hoping she's gone by now yet notices the scent of blood revolving around her. indigo eyes look down at her injured paw, comprehending her current state. "Who cut you?" his ears swiveled with the effort to remain alert, had there been danger lurking about that wasn't himself.

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