Dark Flame Of Mine [Creedance]

Creedance. His name was the name that was told in horror stories, names that pups were told to make them behave. ?You better behave of the deamon Creedance will get you.? Nightmares, his whole persona was that of a nightmare. He would stalk through the forest, watching with satisfaction as little animals would scurry away from him, pausing to rip apart those who weren?t that lucky. Blood dripped from his maw, the crimson liquid staining the white fur and dripping from his teeth.

He thrashed his head from side to side, glaring at the forest around him. The air here had a salty tang, signaling that he was close to the ocean. The forest thinned here, sand starting to creep into the paths. He stalked forward, paws slamming on the ground causing the sand to whip up into his fur. A constant growl flowed from his maw, escaping from deep in his throat, sound that dared anyone to approach him.

His massive form erupted from the forest, at a steady pace. His paws sank into the sand, and he pushed forward and into the sea water. He followed the ocean around the tree line until he could see another wolf in the distance. He drew closer to her, doing his best to ignore her existence.

A snarl sliced across the air towards him, and he whipped his head towards her, his eyes glittering with malice. Who did this bitch think that she was , snarling at him? A deadly snarl ripped from his chest as he thrashed his massive head to face her. Gums rolled up showing his teeth, blood still steadily dripping from his last meaningless kill. ?Why does it matter?? The words tumbled from his maul, the malice behind them evident. He still faced away from her, showing his indifference at her very existence. Should this bitch choose to attack him, he?d rip her throat out, and watch her blood flow into the ocean. Yes, that very thought seemed to appease him.