Post by kiroku on Aug 29, 2006 11:31:04 GMT -5
A black wolf moved swiftly through the undergrowth of the forest. No, he wasn't pure black. His paws were white, and so were the swirls around his legs. His tail, no, tails. had bits of orange blended into their blackness. This was Blitz, the storm of the night. His paws struck the ground with great force, but remained a quiet sound as he ran swiftly along the ground, staying close to the earth so as to not be hit by the overhanging branches. His cobalt eyes in a dead stare ahead at a small deer grazing on the branches. His movements were barley audible, and the deer barely tilted it's head at the on coming wolf. Before the deer could run, Blitz made one powerful movement and sprang up, braking the deer's neck, killing it on contact. As the deer fell, a sense of satisfaction flickered through his eyes.