ardent

scary world



Cesar

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
313
size
Small
build
posts
50
player
Nagendra
03-20-2015, 05:18 PM

Nyak! a small, abrupt growl left the beast’s jaws as he paused mid-stride to snap at his shoulder. Just yesterday he had gotten into a scrap with a pink wolf that had left him with a few punctures in his left shoulder. They weren’t anything horrible, but throbbed with ache. Ache and discomfort were things he was rather used to, though that didn’t mean he wasn’t bothered by it. It itched! And he just couldn’t leave his poor body alone. Standing rigid in the morning sun, his lifted his lips in a rather unattractive snarl and picked at the dried blood on his fur with his front teeth. He paused with an obnoxious smacking of his lips to scrape his tongue against his teeth with distaste; he didn’t taste very good. Considering he never bathed though, it was to be expected. He dove back to picking a little more until the fresh scabs split and began bleeding again. Oh, drat! ”Bleh,” he huffed, turning away and shaking his body a tad. Trickles of blood rolled daintily down his shoulder, picking a careful path between matted clumps of fur and bare scarred patches.

He stood still for a moment, scanning the distance with a look of mild displeasure. Then, the imp would wiggle his nose to the side a tad and proceed forward with a certain refined manner to his steps. It was time to find something else to do. He wandered along the plains for a while, the early sun warm and pleasant. After some time, he came across a rather nice looking lake – quite perfect timing, as he’d grown thirsty from his walking. He padded down to the edge (carefully, for while water was good, it was rather scary and dangerous), and bent down to quench his thirst. He sat down then and glanced around. The blood on his shoulder caught his eye again – a bright red trail that had gotten just past his elbow before having dried. Pretty. His shoulder ached though. He felt the sudden urge to pluck at it again and ruin the crimson streak, but would refrain with a small groan. It was like pretty war paint! He had to let someone see it before he ruined it!  



*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.