Rejects
You've got me shaking by the way you're talking
He awoke from another dreamless night, the image of blood on his jaws in his waking mind lingering. The beast didn't know where he was but it mattered not to his simple mind. Shiloh was simply amazed that he had lived another day. His blonde paws were still stained a bit pink from the last he saw of his captors. Those "testers", each and every one had begged for their lives but did they not understand how they had made him. His lavender pupils dilated, they made him seek out blood and taste it. As such killing and taking wolves lives was child's play. In fact, he remembered the seasons passed - that small black and white male that he had sunk his teeth into. That had been his first steps into here. He hadn't even noticed the boy reeking of pack scent. Regardless the beast rose from his slumber looking at the indent in the grass that he had created.
The sun had just begun to rise - the internal clock of the man was all natural. He rose and fell with that yellow thing in the sky, reflecting his day to day activities. Hunt, drink, sleep, hunt, drink, sleep. On occasion, he would run into a plaything, though thus far nothing had held his interest. Nothing had seemed "worth" keeping alive. As he was also sure he wasn't worth the effort so he fought for his life on a day to day basis. Ready with teeth in arms - and he was an unstoppable machine.
Shiloh began his walk towards nowhere. Paws pressing into the ground as he kept his head high - thick fur covering over him as fluffy as it was. His thoughts pressed him to find a place to settle, perhaps a snack would be nearby but he was growing far too bored for his own good. The testers had at least kept him entertained. Bringing him slaves to toy around with. Well - the males were the best. He wouldn't bother keeping the women alive. He had no need to reproduce, this was not among his drive. As such a smile spread across his face day dreaming of the bloody day ahead.
Slaves can crash Shiloh's threads and he can crash into theirs.
Slaves: Spider(M)