Into the Fog... (Tormand)

[nightblood]

Wafts of gray cloud covered the land, making it difficult to read the inscriptions of the head stones. A shadow loomed in the distance; darkening the area around it. Slowly, it crept forward. A slight motion identified it as a canine, but its nature and purpose were concealed by the white waves.

If one had the eyes to see, they would find that this dog was, in fact, a large wolf. They would discover a dog's fang as a pendant on her necklace and a red tattoo on her left shoulder.

NightBlood snorted and shook her head and neck once more, sending droplets of condenced water flying in all directions. As she did so, she hit her head on a head stone on her left. She paused, looking around for anyone who might have seen her mishap, then growled at the stone. She had not seen it for one obvious reason: she was blind in her left eye. Two scars revealed this to anyone who noticed.

Shrugging off the embarassment, Night continued walking. Of the nature of her jouney, no one seemed to know or care. She kept to herself, as her brawny figure showed. She was an almost perfect fighter, hindered only by her blindness, and a limp in her left rear leg. She liked to believe that these things did not make her weak, but to competition, the visual said otherwise.

Now, as she walked the cemetary, NightBlood kept her head down, not out of fear, but out of wanting to be left alone. Who knew what kind of creatures walked these grounds.

[tormand24532]

A white wolf with black spots. Walks throght the cemetary. His now two years old. He looks around he smells another
wolf. "Who's there?" He says. He sighs. He sits down and licks. His paw that was still sore. From a fight.

[nightblood]

{*cough* Umm... I don't mean to be rude... But try to keep to full sentances. "A white wolf pup with black spots walks throughout the cemetary." And you have a typo, I think. He's** Sorry, I'm horrible at correcting people... Call me a proofreader...}

The black and brown wolf sat down in the fog, weary from her travles. She kept her nose pointed at the ground, not wishing not to look upon anyone. But fate devied her that luxury, for a voice trailed suddenly in the wind, a touch of fear in the tone. NightBlood could identify it with that of a male pup. She had conversed with one before, taught him to speak. She had named him Snow, the first word he had uttered, but she was as sure as Hell that it wasn't his real name.

Previous to Snow, NightBlood had not much cared for kids. Even now, she resented their youth. In her mind she, she was growing old. Still, insticts pushed her to persue the voice, knowing that she might be condemning him to death if she didn't. "Speak up, pup!" she called, "Don't worry none, I ain't goin' ta hurt ya." Her voice might have said the words, but it carried an air of a tough and forboding manner. This was true in part, but so was the message. She half hoped she didn't frighten the young one with her deep, raspy voice.

{{Wait! Do you mean 2 years old in human years, or actual dog years?}}

[tormand24532]

{No problem. XD. His two in dog years.}

The pup jump in suprise. He pad softly to were the wolf sat. He sat in front of the wolf. "Who are you?" He in a louder voice then before. He looked at the wolf. In great respect. He sighed silghtly. And contine licking his paw.

[nightblood]

NightBlood tilted her head to one side as the pup came up to her and sat down without much fear of her at all. Most, even full grown dogs, ran at the sight of her. Most of the time, after she growled, but still... this kid was downright blunt. She watched as he sat in front of her and winced as he asked for her name.

Barely surpressing a snarl, she leaned her head down until it was level with his and snarted. It seemed as though she had blown smoke out her nose in this cold air. She had done this intentionally, attempting to frighten the pup into either leaving or paying attention. "Those who ask it of others must give their name first," she told him, "This is canine tradition."

[tormand24532]

The pup sat there not scared at all. "My name is Tor. " He snarled back at her. He wasn't afaird of this wolf. He snarled at her louder.

[nightblood]

NightBlood scowled at the pup's reply and stood up. He was arrogant. Arrogance alone annoyed her, but the fact that he was a pup and still mouthing off to her really pissed her off. She turned without a word and began to walk away. Instincts pulled on her, trying to get her to turn around and protect the pup. She burried them in the back of her mind. The pup was nothing but trouble.

After what she had gone through, Night saw no reason to take a new pup under her wing. She had been with Snow for only half a day before she had been taken away. Why get attatched to this rampaging fool of a canine?

[tormand24532]

Tor stood up and followed the wolf. "At least till me your name." He said in a sigh.