Post by kuu on Aug 20, 2007 10:11:05 GMT -5
(Note: Cheetah is from Russia, so he’s going to speak some Russian and is going to have trouble speaking English)
“That pizdobol! If I see putrid old hag again I’ll tear out throat!” A black and grey wolf said, a russian accent hinting his deep voice.
He had taken direction from an old wanderer to get to the Sallin pack, but it had taken him two more days that usual. From this delay he wasn’t in the happiest of moods, but when was he at all? The wolf’s frame was but a blur as he ran through the woods, his dark bangs were blown back from the wind to reveal two red eyes and a horribly scarred face. No one knew how the right side of his face got that way, and he liked to keep it that way; the less other knew the better in his eyes. But despite all this traveling he did not feel one bit tired, the chance of joining the greatest pack in the world was on his mind and made the numbness and pain of travel nothing but a flea on his back. Jumping over fallen trees and boulder he made his way through the forest to the boarder of Sallin, soon his journey from his motherland would pay off. Soon enough the scent of the pack boarders hit his jet black nose, he was finally here.
Slowing to a walk he approached the boarders, every step would bring him closer to the greatest pack. He thought of himself as the perfect wolf for the pack, this could be the pay off for all the training he had done and all the work his grandparents put into their grandson. Red eyes hidden in the curtain of black hair looked on into the pack territory. He was a ruthless killer, but he would have to be on his best behavior if he ever was to be apart of the pack. Heh, he was starting to sound like a pup that wanted something and had to act nice to get it; how ironic the world was. Ah but he mustn’t keep the greeters waiting. He let out a haunting howl, almost demonic in sound to let all know he was awaiting acceptance.
Good thing he was patient, or he would already be crossing the boarders to find someone himself. No, he would be polite and wait. A demon waits to enter the greatest pack in the world, will you accept the demon or face his wrath?
“That pizdobol! If I see putrid old hag again I’ll tear out throat!” A black and grey wolf said, a russian accent hinting his deep voice.
He had taken direction from an old wanderer to get to the Sallin pack, but it had taken him two more days that usual. From this delay he wasn’t in the happiest of moods, but when was he at all? The wolf’s frame was but a blur as he ran through the woods, his dark bangs were blown back from the wind to reveal two red eyes and a horribly scarred face. No one knew how the right side of his face got that way, and he liked to keep it that way; the less other knew the better in his eyes. But despite all this traveling he did not feel one bit tired, the chance of joining the greatest pack in the world was on his mind and made the numbness and pain of travel nothing but a flea on his back. Jumping over fallen trees and boulder he made his way through the forest to the boarder of Sallin, soon his journey from his motherland would pay off. Soon enough the scent of the pack boarders hit his jet black nose, he was finally here.
Slowing to a walk he approached the boarders, every step would bring him closer to the greatest pack. He thought of himself as the perfect wolf for the pack, this could be the pay off for all the training he had done and all the work his grandparents put into their grandson. Red eyes hidden in the curtain of black hair looked on into the pack territory. He was a ruthless killer, but he would have to be on his best behavior if he ever was to be apart of the pack. Heh, he was starting to sound like a pup that wanted something and had to act nice to get it; how ironic the world was. Ah but he mustn’t keep the greeters waiting. He let out a haunting howl, almost demonic in sound to let all know he was awaiting acceptance.
Good thing he was patient, or he would already be crossing the boarders to find someone himself. No, he would be polite and wait. A demon waits to enter the greatest pack in the world, will you accept the demon or face his wrath?