If You Dare - MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

Murky air hung about this land, mushy ground worked brown and black muds up and into his pristine white coat, as he walked through it. Haphazardly, crossing the borders of another's lands, if such a childish act could even be considered hazardous. He'd slain kings, queen, commoners, and children alike. Laid in their blood, and drank the marrow from deep within their bones. Crossing a urine trail, a marking of a pack- was perhaps a pass-time for him. Really, what would they do? He moved proudly, his tail aloft behind his back. A banner it was, for his stature a sign of pride. His head carried high, he approached the land with a grimace, a snarl coming from the deep confines of his chest. Of all the places he'd been on this hell-hole of an island, this seemed perhaps the most miserable. Perhaps he'd make this his.