No Beauty in a Dying Sun(Tagged)
Jan 31, 2018 12:53:05 GMT -5
Post by koolpup on Jan 31, 2018 12:53:05 GMT -5
The sun hangs low in the sky. It sets the strange rock formations on fire with it's dying glow. Most wolves would be quite taken by the eerie beauty of it, but not Vardan. The pink and maroon furred male is boiling with anger. His sister had attacked him to save a puny wolf she barely knew. His orange eyes seem to burn along with the rocks, yet they aren't alight with just the sun's glow. Bitterness twinkles in them, a deep and ferocious bitterness that'd give any wolf pause. Vardan lets a low growl slip from him. He will get his sister back. She may not come at first, but soon enough she will realize her mistake and return, and Vardan will kill that stupid male Ebony once and for all.
He tromps to one of the strange rocks and glares at it as if it offends him. He then sits in it's shadow with a huff. He had come to the valley with Kineks a year ago. They had lived just outside it with the rest of their family, not exactly a pack, maybe more of a gang. He had left with her because she needed someone with her. Their family had been so cruel to her, treating her like she was dirt just because she was weak. If she were any other wolf, she would be, but she is blood so that makes it different. He left the family with her, for her, and now she has the nerve to leave him. The thought continues to spiral in his mind over and over and over until he cannot take it any longer. He gives a ferocious bark of a snarl and slams his body against the rocks, wanting to hit something, anything! The rocks above him wobble and almost give way, though they miraculously remain standing. The sudden movement of the rocks has snapped him back to reality; he backs up, worried they'll fall on top of him for a few seconds. When they don't, his ears droop in relief and sheepishness. That could've been quite the terrible end for the pink wolf. He sits again and looks to the soft firey glow of the rocks. There is no beauty in it that he can see, only rage that matches his own.
@spiriaaurina
He tromps to one of the strange rocks and glares at it as if it offends him. He then sits in it's shadow with a huff. He had come to the valley with Kineks a year ago. They had lived just outside it with the rest of their family, not exactly a pack, maybe more of a gang. He had left with her because she needed someone with her. Their family had been so cruel to her, treating her like she was dirt just because she was weak. If she were any other wolf, she would be, but she is blood so that makes it different. He left the family with her, for her, and now she has the nerve to leave him. The thought continues to spiral in his mind over and over and over until he cannot take it any longer. He gives a ferocious bark of a snarl and slams his body against the rocks, wanting to hit something, anything! The rocks above him wobble and almost give way, though they miraculously remain standing. The sudden movement of the rocks has snapped him back to reality; he backs up, worried they'll fall on top of him for a few seconds. When they don't, his ears droop in relief and sheepishness. That could've been quite the terrible end for the pink wolf. He sits again and looks to the soft firey glow of the rocks. There is no beauty in it that he can see, only rage that matches his own.
@spiriaaurina
