twisted

Sebastian wandered through the trodden ground, he had new blood on his muzzle, he had left it there from his last kill, A show of strength. The moon shone on his black coat, his eyes reflecting the moon. His eyes were a strange colour, a bright, startling yellow. They seemed to glow in the darkness, they were a strangely bright colour for such a dark mind.

He looked around, there were spatteres of blood on the ground. It was trodden down, and there was a scent, of others, fresh. This was a battle ground. A sick smile spread across his face. He wondered if there was any packs here that believed in what he thought was right. That females were for breeding only, and if they could not carry babies they had to be eliminated.

He decided that he did call, see who came, and then, if there was anyone that he agreed with, he would join them. If not he would leave. He looked up into the moon, and howled.


"Speech"