Post by Haven on Aug 3, 2006 4:18:11 GMT -5
Haven: a shelter serving as a place of safety or sanctuary…
A word he didn’t hear too often without the followings of an argument as to why such a varg with his persona would be granted such a title. The complaints were all rather irrelevant though when he had the spare time to think of nothing else he’d find himself trickling onto the thought and question of why.
Giving a brief rattle of his mane to shake off the foolish attempt at apprehending that query whilst treading silently through supposedly forbidden terrain nearly puzzled him. The male let out a chuffling snort as he placed one appendage after the other. It was almost as if the instant he set foot into this gloomy place Wolfbane himself swallowed Fenris into his fiery pit of malicious and darkness. Befitting for such a demonic pack to reside in this residence of Transylvania. Livid pools of cobalt intensely examined the locality around him, nothing stirred nothing creaked except the old willow branches that gently swayed in the eerie breeze and yet he felt a thousand eyes watching his every move.
Little of the Balkar was known to Haven since he had just recently arrived in the valley. When he did fall upon the mentioning of the pack it was always in a frightened whisper coming from a varg plagued with nervous trembles, speaking mainly of the First and Second as if they were the devil incarnates themselves. Hmm… How interesting. Though most of his information was based on rumors he would come to find out soon whether they were true of false all knowing getting to the leaders of this pack would be a feat in its own. There was little to worry, the mann wasn’t exactly talent-less in brawls he held a hefty image of a wolf who could hold his own and his mind was not so easily persuaded to break... if it could be broken at all.
The scent of Balkan wolves finally stung at his nares announcing his time to stop. This was as far as he could go without injecting an angering serum into the beast. Fine raven follicles flared into an overall bristling coat as Haven’s muzzle disappeared against the night sky. The pitching howl gradually raised to the heavens calling upon those who worshipped a divinity that haunted most in their nightmares... would he be answered...
//zzZZZZZz..... x( //
A word he didn’t hear too often without the followings of an argument as to why such a varg with his persona would be granted such a title. The complaints were all rather irrelevant though when he had the spare time to think of nothing else he’d find himself trickling onto the thought and question of why.
Giving a brief rattle of his mane to shake off the foolish attempt at apprehending that query whilst treading silently through supposedly forbidden terrain nearly puzzled him. The male let out a chuffling snort as he placed one appendage after the other. It was almost as if the instant he set foot into this gloomy place Wolfbane himself swallowed Fenris into his fiery pit of malicious and darkness. Befitting for such a demonic pack to reside in this residence of Transylvania. Livid pools of cobalt intensely examined the locality around him, nothing stirred nothing creaked except the old willow branches that gently swayed in the eerie breeze and yet he felt a thousand eyes watching his every move.
Little of the Balkar was known to Haven since he had just recently arrived in the valley. When he did fall upon the mentioning of the pack it was always in a frightened whisper coming from a varg plagued with nervous trembles, speaking mainly of the First and Second as if they were the devil incarnates themselves. Hmm… How interesting. Though most of his information was based on rumors he would come to find out soon whether they were true of false all knowing getting to the leaders of this pack would be a feat in its own. There was little to worry, the mann wasn’t exactly talent-less in brawls he held a hefty image of a wolf who could hold his own and his mind was not so easily persuaded to break... if it could be broken at all.
The scent of Balkan wolves finally stung at his nares announcing his time to stop. This was as far as he could go without injecting an angering serum into the beast. Fine raven follicles flared into an overall bristling coat as Haven’s muzzle disappeared against the night sky. The pitching howl gradually raised to the heavens calling upon those who worshipped a divinity that haunted most in their nightmares... would he be answered...
//zzZZZZZz..... x( //
