With no pain; id never walk the lands
Moving across the virgin soil Stefan would thump the hardend ground with a steady beat across the silent lands. The drumming would echo across the landscape in the precense of him. He had come for a start of a new beginning. To sink the ivory fangs in those not worthy of a title or to breath the fine air.Flickering and dancing within the gaze were conflicting emotions that always battled in his expressive eyes. Hate, anger, bitterness, confusion and sorrow were some of the more prominent embers glowing hotly in the chips of the seas that served as his eyes.
Could anyone in this solitude world show him the gifts of love. Was any gal capably of even doing so to the ironed steel. No. It was almost impossible to bring out something that was clearly not made capable since the birth of this man. Watching time go by the day would always change. As were he. Waiting for sudden movements the muscular body would tense.
Stripped of her rank. The thought still light a fire in her. Everything she had worked for, just ripped from her like nothing. Inky lips twitched in a faint snarl. She still needed to speak to this new Alpha. So many had rushed to her after the meeting that the ebony dame decided to wait. Reds painted the sky as the sun hid from view. But the beauty of the land was little concern to the dame, for a foreign smell drifted across her nose. This wasn't a pack wolf. Lucky enough for him he wasn't within the borders of the pack. She approached silently, sapphire gaze seeking out the dark form of the newcomer.
Despite being stripped of her rank, she still remained at the border maintaining her job. She wouldn't let wolves go unmet at the border simply because of some new wolf taking control of her new power. "What brings you to Tortuga?" Tones where unintentionally barky, but she was still fuming. |
The large cranium would tilt to the ground to meet the gaze of the woman. Such fumes would consume her it looks like she's about to unleash her little demond. The everlasting sea blue orbs smouldering of stefan rested on this wolf. Baritones fill the air taking in the woman to listen to the darkened tones. Black, coaled pelt would trace the muscles with the coating of the tender flesh; eroded with the scars of battles. All battles will have a story to tell.
Was this the woman who'd give the man a knew life to his almost free'd soul. All sins getting pulled away by screeching light in a single heart beat of the womans wrath. The doors of the forbidden reopening to create something new ofthe emotionless man.