Play Our Little Game

His crimson orbs sparkled in anticipation to, perhaps, find a chance at finding a bit of adventure. Even though these lands were rather new to the brute, he had paid no attention of the dangers that lurk throughout the forests, canyons, or whatever land he happened to come across that day. Some of the smells of different life lingered in the brute's nostrils, causing him to crinkle up at some of the most definable stenches: such as one being a skunk. The putrid stench lingered through his nose, causing him to cough and gag in displeasure before turning toward a different route due to not wanting to come across the mammal.

His paws stepped upon some of the dry leaves, his cranium staying focused ahead of him, and his crimson orbs shifting from side to side in attempt to find anything to fill his boredom. A small sigh would escape him. He had not had a good fight before, perhaps it would be time he had a little bit of a spar with someone? Though he usually killed; this time he just wanted a bit of fun and some competition perhaps. No one would have to die here unless it came to that.

Shadow tipped his cranium backward, howling out his deep howl, almost as if a ghoul were calling out throughout the landscape as he waited for a possible opponent.