run this town

the bastard had sired spawn, and though he lacked any desire in the raising of the evidence of his ever fertile sperm, he still remained generally close to the den where they were being raised. they would have his influence, after all, morphine couldn't be expected to fuck them up as well as they needed. he had to leave some impression on this land when he departed it again. he had kept himself close to the den in the south where his pups were kept, but found himself wandering a bit further, restless, as they weren't an overwhelming sort of fun yet. the litter held promise, he supposed, the little bastards had to account for something, after all his blood ran through their veins, coursing, filling them with life.

his pallid hues seemed to fit well into the dreary day he found himself facing, the wind buffeting his fur as rain drizzled down slowly. it was warmer in the south, far warmer than the icy temperatures he had experienced in the north. the rain held a chill to it, promising the bitter winter that would soon over-take the land, casting its devastating shadow in its wake. he loved it. his massive head, swung around taking in the land around him, the scene, as it unfolded before his two toned eyes. a new scent, wafted on the wind, billowing gently in the late fall air, and his head turned towards it, almost of his bodies own volition, ears trained to the scent. a command would exit his jaws seamlessly, the tones coming from his maw calmly.

"show yourself."