Seraphim

i?m radioactive, radioactive

This was a bad day.



For some reason, Seraphim had woken up in a darker mood. From time to time this would happen, but he mostly blamed his recent experience for this. It was but a few days ago that he had joined in the sinister plot of a cunning ex-queen, impregnating her and doing his part to help her seek revenge for her dethroning. The experience had ignited the devil inside him, just as he was starting to bury it again.



It wasn't the first time of course. Throughout his life events had sporadically brought out this hidden part of him, turning him into a heartless beast for weeks at a time. It was in these times that he looked forward to running into other wolves, so that he could torment them mentally or physically, depending on the situation. Within his consciousness he recognized that most of what he did in these phases was wrong, and he wasn't particularly proud of it, but he seemed to have little control. Performing truly evil acts when the darker Seraph took over made him feel happy.



This weather put a damper on everything though. He didn't mind storms - which was evident from his recent encounter with Morphine - but this was more like a hurricane. Leaves were swirling miniature tornadoes, stinging his body as he made his way toward a dark cavern seeking shelter. Twenty feet seemed like a mile as his body strained against the wind and sheets of rain. He dug his claws into the ground for added support with each step he took.



The cave seemed like heaven when he reached it, warm and dry compared to the gale he had traveled through. He shook vigorously, freeing his pelt from the weight of the water, and settled down in the mouth of the cavern, watching the storm from the safety of his shelter. Finding someone to torment would have to wait until later.




ooc;; Sorry this kinda stinks, I started falling asleep >.<

Tagged: Xhen | Word Count: 325

Xhen felt as though she was stuck in limbo, dancing between reality and fantasy, since she had joined the Tortuga pack. Surprisingly, since her acceptance, she had been alone far more than she was used to. Luckily her brother had not dared intrude on the pack's territory before he approached them for acceptance, so she had slept alone, without the massive brute's presence beside her. She was not exactly growing used to it, but for now, she was dealing. He would come on his own time, and while he was scarce, she knew he was almost always near her, well hidden and out of sight. Despite this, she felt vaguely lost, wandering without a goal in mind. Previously she had been searching for a shelter for her sibling before the winter set in, but now she was simply existing. Waiting for something she wasn't aware of.

The stormy weather did not help her mental discomfort. Overhead the clouds darkened, the thunder booming loudly and echoing throughout the lands without mercy. Xhen wandered aimlessly, eventually finding a small opening at the base of one of a mountain, illuminated jsut barely in the diatabnce. She was thankful for the sight, knowing it meant shelter, warmth, and protection from the slowly worsening storm.

But as she drew nearer, her ears flicked with vague irritation as she caught sight of a creature lurking in the darkness. His white pelt stood out, and she saw him from a good distance away. The large woman froze in her tracks, claws digging into the dirt to provide traction as the wind whipped past, its fingers teasing her ebony fur and struggling to knock her off balance. Slowly she moved closer, shoulders squared and head lowered protectively. She was unsure whether she would find shelter again, and was growing nervous at the prospect of the storm growing any more dangerous. But was it worth a fight, if he choose to? She took a few steps nearer, eyes void of emotion as she watched the stranger, attempting to gauge his level of threat.

Seraphim

i?m radioactive, radioactive

Slight movement in the distance drew the verdant gaze of the male to the dark shape which approached his shelter. Seraphim narrowed his eyes in frustration as he recognized the form of a wolf. His ears swiveled back and pinned against his head as he began murmuring exasperatedly to himself about the situation. Desperately he wanted to rip someone's throat out, and this would have been his perfect opportunity had it not been for the damned weather. He could've completed his cold-blooded murder in secret, left the body in the caves and walked away happy.



Alas, that would not happen today. This particular cavern was too small to surprise and kill someone in, and he sure as hell wasn't going outside to do it. The wolf seemed to already have noticed him anyway. He sighed, letting his disappointment escape his body in the form of air. He stared the figure down for a long moment, allowing his green eyes to carefully examine its figure as it prepared for a potential fight.



The alabaster brute gave the creature one last look before rising slowly to his full height and padding slowly further back in the cavern, an action meant to send a message that the wolf was welcome to enter but that he wanted nothing to do with it. He feared that if it got too near to him, if it engaged him in any way, a bloodbath would ensue. He wasn't much the type for face to face combat when his darker self took hold, but rather would take his prey from the shadows. There would be no enjoyment in a kill that the victim saw coming. Not today.




ooc;; Apparently I suck, sorryyyyyyyyyyyyy :(

Tagged: Xhen | Word Count: 279