Post by Zynik on Jun 7, 2007 4:53:37 GMT -5
In the fading daylight, the land before the pup's paws looked forsaken and dreary, even on the brink of summer, where all should be cheery and bright with colour and life. The area before the pup, was decidedly not. This brought a smile to the youth's face.
The fading light of the setting sun spilt the colour of blood over Transylvania, and dipped his right side in it's last warming rays and set his fur alight. But nothing seemed to penetrate the entangled mess of bracken and dead trees that spread out before him, where shadows seemed to rest eternally, and the nightmares of all youths came out to play.
The heavens that hung high above dangled on the edge of night. Dusk was about to hit, a greyish pink had overridden the usual blue of the sky, which as the sun dipped lower and lower down the horizon, would become purple, then blue, and then precious nighttime.
As soon as the youngster had found out the location of the Balkan territories, he had wasted no time at all in reaching them. It had been his dream to join this pack, and nothing was going to keep him from doing that.
Grey paws treaded softly through the grass til he reached the border, eyes of mud scanning the area even if he knew that it was fruitless. Any Balkar could remain unseen, especially in their own grounds.
Zynik, for that was this youth's name, was a simple enough looking varg, average looking in every way really. His grey pelt had no real distinguishing features, and his brown eyes were keen with a malicious light - that might easily turn into sweet and innocent smiling eyes. Zynik was good at fooling vargs into thinking that he was what he was not. Whenever it suited him, whenever he was feeling up for that kind of game.
Deceitful eyes of dirt cast one last look along the treeline of the Balkan territories, and the pup lifted his head to the skies and howled. Tratto's Blessing was becoming old news in the lands of Transylvania, and this was the only pack that Zynik had enough respect for to call Tratto's Blessing. Insides tingling with anticipation even if it failed to show on his ruddy grey face, Zynik waited patiently for whoever to show up. This was the moment he had dreamed of ever since he had heard of this pack.
The fading light of the setting sun spilt the colour of blood over Transylvania, and dipped his right side in it's last warming rays and set his fur alight. But nothing seemed to penetrate the entangled mess of bracken and dead trees that spread out before him, where shadows seemed to rest eternally, and the nightmares of all youths came out to play.
The heavens that hung high above dangled on the edge of night. Dusk was about to hit, a greyish pink had overridden the usual blue of the sky, which as the sun dipped lower and lower down the horizon, would become purple, then blue, and then precious nighttime.
As soon as the youngster had found out the location of the Balkan territories, he had wasted no time at all in reaching them. It had been his dream to join this pack, and nothing was going to keep him from doing that.
Grey paws treaded softly through the grass til he reached the border, eyes of mud scanning the area even if he knew that it was fruitless. Any Balkar could remain unseen, especially in their own grounds.
Zynik, for that was this youth's name, was a simple enough looking varg, average looking in every way really. His grey pelt had no real distinguishing features, and his brown eyes were keen with a malicious light - that might easily turn into sweet and innocent smiling eyes. Zynik was good at fooling vargs into thinking that he was what he was not. Whenever it suited him, whenever he was feeling up for that kind of game.
Deceitful eyes of dirt cast one last look along the treeline of the Balkan territories, and the pup lifted his head to the skies and howled. Tratto's Blessing was becoming old news in the lands of Transylvania, and this was the only pack that Zynik had enough respect for to call Tratto's Blessing. Insides tingling with anticipation even if it failed to show on his ruddy grey face, Zynik waited patiently for whoever to show up. This was the moment he had dreamed of ever since he had heard of this pack.