Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2016 20:49:47 GMT -5
Amadeus padded gracefully over the border, like a ghost, his pads flitted over the ground. His greenish cream legs whisked through the sparse yet lush undergrowth, ferns mingling their fronds with tufts if his fur. His rough, dark green, rug like back was spiked up like a carpet of grass, bristling with anticipation. The male climbed atop an arching russet root, his claws latching into the deep ridges in the bark. He a dusted his stance to make his stance sturdier. Amadeus then lifted his head, parting his jaws slightly, whiskers flared. His indigo eyes blinked placidly as he began his song. It was short yet passionate, a true masterpiece. His handsome tone ended in a sharp, abrupt, bark like note. He then gathered his haunches and set his tail before leaping down from the enormous root. He landed in the earth, the soil springy from all the decaying, sponge-like bark scattered around. His shook out his handsome coat and waited in the ferns.
This male was evil yes, but overly cruel or violent. He was loud spoken and passionate about what he did. He was cunning and sly, knowing what he wanted and knowing exactly how to get there. (And doing literally everything it took to get there.) one could suppose that he was a greedy and selfish wolf, but it is not wring to want or lust after a thing. After all, every wolf has greed. They might hunger after companionship, or relish the idea of ruling a pack. They might even have a simple obsession with food. Or they might just have the want to survive. Greed is neutral that way. Everyone wants something. But unlike 'greed', Amadeus was evil. He enjoyed seeing the embarrassment and physical pains if others; watching them in uncomfortable or awkward confrontations, relishing in their fear and anxiety. He was not a mindless killing machine either. He would kill, yes. But he would not kill for sport. He simply knew what he was. He knew all wolves had a rotten core, a frozen heart. There were of course the trivial instincts used for reproduction that many believed was a fateful emotion called 'love.' Amadeus didn't believe in such things. He believed in surviving and enjoying his survival. Those who dubbed themselves good were just denying their true nature. And those that were dubbed neutral were just confused on who they were, identity problems all around.
Now Amadeus waited patiently for the dark hearted Alphess of the Frigid Plague pack to answer his call.
((I couldn't resist the title))
This male was evil yes, but overly cruel or violent. He was loud spoken and passionate about what he did. He was cunning and sly, knowing what he wanted and knowing exactly how to get there. (And doing literally everything it took to get there.) one could suppose that he was a greedy and selfish wolf, but it is not wring to want or lust after a thing. After all, every wolf has greed. They might hunger after companionship, or relish the idea of ruling a pack. They might even have a simple obsession with food. Or they might just have the want to survive. Greed is neutral that way. Everyone wants something. But unlike 'greed', Amadeus was evil. He enjoyed seeing the embarrassment and physical pains if others; watching them in uncomfortable or awkward confrontations, relishing in their fear and anxiety. He was not a mindless killing machine either. He would kill, yes. But he would not kill for sport. He simply knew what he was. He knew all wolves had a rotten core, a frozen heart. There were of course the trivial instincts used for reproduction that many believed was a fateful emotion called 'love.' Amadeus didn't believe in such things. He believed in surviving and enjoying his survival. Those who dubbed themselves good were just denying their true nature. And those that were dubbed neutral were just confused on who they were, identity problems all around.
Now Amadeus waited patiently for the dark hearted Alphess of the Frigid Plague pack to answer his call.
((I couldn't resist the title))