Master of the Mask (Tagged & Open)
Jun 26, 2018 5:41:03 GMT -5
Post by 🌅Phoenix🌅 on Jun 26, 2018 5:41:03 GMT -5
(He’s pretty straight to the point kind of wolf, so don’t mind my terrible roleplay as I try and write that as best I can! I’m not used to short sentence writing for the most part. This thread is from our Plots made in my plotting page. Feel free to click Here if you have forgotten.)
Summit:
There wasn’t a soul for a good mile at least. Good, he didn’t enjoy company unless he benefitted from it. His surroundings were nothing. It was barren. The land was bland. There was nothing here but him. He could really do with some entertainment right now. Maybe a good act would satisfy his needs? Oh Power, that meant he’d have to come across another living thing in this waste. No, he would not be wasting his time. Summit will appreciate his time alone like any other. He engulfed himself on the forces of weather. Blowing from the east was a harsh wind that swept its worst near the Mountains and Barrens. It tasted of a killer Winter. One that would not be kindly in the favour of the weak links in this world. Prey as is was dropping off the face of White Wolf Mountain, despite the forecasted good hunting. There was no sun today, only stormy skies and the kind of clouds you could count on for a thunderstorm. He gave a sharp grin to no one but himself. This year of seasons was an eventful one. Finally something interesting! Just what he was searching for.
He couldn’t get ahead of himself though. Patience. He had learnt early on that this was a mighty weapon. One that could turn the tables at the right moment. Just so long as you played your cards right. The very true masters of Evil were the best at manipulating many with the help of a little patience. If that meant waiting here for the right prey, then so be it. He’d played the waiting game before. So why not play it again? Why, when there was nothing to lose? His decision was final. Wait it out. All will be well. The only thing that could stop him now was the only wolves he would ever admire. Though of course he would never admit. The ones who could see straight through that mask of his. And play their own oh so well.
Aquaria (Kyla)
Summit:
There wasn’t a soul for a good mile at least. Good, he didn’t enjoy company unless he benefitted from it. His surroundings were nothing. It was barren. The land was bland. There was nothing here but him. He could really do with some entertainment right now. Maybe a good act would satisfy his needs? Oh Power, that meant he’d have to come across another living thing in this waste. No, he would not be wasting his time. Summit will appreciate his time alone like any other. He engulfed himself on the forces of weather. Blowing from the east was a harsh wind that swept its worst near the Mountains and Barrens. It tasted of a killer Winter. One that would not be kindly in the favour of the weak links in this world. Prey as is was dropping off the face of White Wolf Mountain, despite the forecasted good hunting. There was no sun today, only stormy skies and the kind of clouds you could count on for a thunderstorm. He gave a sharp grin to no one but himself. This year of seasons was an eventful one. Finally something interesting! Just what he was searching for.
He couldn’t get ahead of himself though. Patience. He had learnt early on that this was a mighty weapon. One that could turn the tables at the right moment. Just so long as you played your cards right. The very true masters of Evil were the best at manipulating many with the help of a little patience. If that meant waiting here for the right prey, then so be it. He’d played the waiting game before. So why not play it again? Why, when there was nothing to lose? His decision was final. Wait it out. All will be well. The only thing that could stop him now was the only wolves he would ever admire. Though of course he would never admit. The ones who could see straight through that mask of his. And play their own oh so well.
Aquaria (Kyla)
