Post by Savage on Jul 23, 2008 22:49:26 GMT -5
Mystic rays of an astonishing orbed vortex of emerald green surpassed through the thick mist. A shadowed figure appeared to carry these orbs with sheer strength. Protruding from the mist the lanky shadowed figured with the tantalizing green orbs had appeared to be orange and white, taller then an average wolf, but built like a fox. The decency of the stride he bore was one like no other it was proud and tall, proving the fox like wolf was more then capable of just about anything. His lips curled into a dashingly sinister smile and his black paws slowly moved in stride. Evil was about the wolf, or so it smelled. Really it was only he, the one who'd disappeared after slaughtering Nessie. Yes, it was Savage. Savagely Savage the fox like wolf who'd slaughtered an innocent, for calling him a hybrid. He'd not received punishment for it as he'd disappeared soon after. The lone wolf had no chance of being in a pack as the creature couldn't handle other beasts around him. He looked too different from them. Uninterestingly enough the wolf was a pain in the arse to everyone around him. He was sadistic in so many ways and totally uncontrollable, but when you live alone you really can't help but be mean and nasty. Perhaps all Savage needed was someone to care about him, someone to show him other wolves were okay and not all of them were the enemy. Maybe Savage just had a cruel unforgiving heart. Unable to comprehend good and evil and right from wrong the beast named for his brutality would walk alone for a very long time. It seemed fair and yet unfair and some believed no matter how mean the beast was he shouldn't be disregarded like that. Perhaps he shouldn't have been disregarded the way he was, perhaps he should have been given a chance to try to rehabilitate himself and stablize him. He seemed mentally unaware of his surroundings and oblivious to his loneliness. He'd rendered himself as an assassian not that that would do much for him. No that would only put him in deeper water with the packs, wouldn't it? Indeed. Maybe he just needed to join on, admit that he was weak and sumbit him self into the assmiliations of a wolf pack. Or maybe he would continue to wander aimlessly with bleeding footpads. None the less the psychotic pure bred maned wolf would carry out his years curiously wondering where the time went and why he was so alone. He knew when he was an elder he would never forgive himself if he died packless and alone. He'd yet to over come his traumatic experiences from his puphood and this is what made him the nasty little bugger he was, truely.
