Cold Season

The cool autumn breeze ruffled the pelt of the satanic angel as he strolled through the territory, checking borders and simply being on his own. He was not one to socialize unless he wanted something or unless there was anything of interest. And lately, there was nothing of much importance going on. Amber gaze narrowed as the wind shifted, bringing to him the scent of a familiar female he had run into before one night. A light grin would place itself upon him, and the male strode forward to locate the girl. The ebony woman would soon come in sight, lying upon her belly in a den. Approaching on silent wings, the beast would only make his presence known with a short bark, and had it not been for the blood marks upon his pelt then he would have been invisible, camouflaged with the snow that always lingered in the Northern provinces.



"Sulking alone in a hole like a lonely rabbit eh? What's the matter, feeling unwanted and useless like everyone else here?" He would rumble, voice purring as he stopped several feet from the mouth of the den. Amber gaze boring into her form as he waited for a response from the woman. She always seemed to be much too nice for his taste, and wondered why the hell she was in Glaciem in the first place. From his understanding upon first arriving, this pack was not for the faint of heart...but now it seemed there were desperate enough to take anyone in lately.



"Speech"

Don't be fooled, I was raised by the wolves

Now the moon hangs in full, so you know I won't

Play by the rules