Drifter
12-13-2013, 06:14 AM
Another area of desolation. Sin was growing quite tired of such vast emptiness, was this all the Northern lands had to offer? They seemed quite lonely. Nonetheless, he'd make do with what came his way. Be it tickling the fear at the edge of their minds or toying with their heart in a cruel manner. He always knew what buttons to push, which strings to pull. He was a master at wit and emotion. For he showed none but always saw what the other felt. He was well practiced, venomous amber gaze never missing a thing. Being more of a solitary creature, Sin had used the solitude to train himself in his senses. He had very acute hearing, better then most. He was always able to pick up even the softest of footfalls from yards away. His nose trained well to scent others before he even saw them. His sights always held a peculiar look, pupils often seeming to slit or appear as mere specks in his amber iris' as he sought out whatever disturbances lurked near or far. They were advanced things he learned, taught himself, and forged over a time period of tracking down those that crossed him. His skills were not just used for prey...he preferred more advanced game. His own kind. Wolf blood was more satiating then that of a deer, but he never went as far as to eat the victim...he simply just liked to pluck their souls from their bodies. Feeling their heart stop and their breath ebb away as the light faded from their eyes. He enjoyed his games, even if he didn't always play by the rules. Coming across a peculiar sight, Sin found himself walking alongside a broken down wall. It stretched for what seemed like a couple miles, broken in large parts here and there, though nothing else of interest lurked on nor around it. His head was held high, tail curled so dominantly over his back as ears remained upright to catch the slightest sound. Sharpened claws leaving pointed indents in the snow; much different then a normal wolf. Talk like this |
