Post by avalon on Feb 1, 2007 0:20:40 GMT -5
Cold blue eyes scanned around her surroundings. Each time she inhaled and exhaled, large puffs of smoke emerged from her nostrils and through the crispy air. Avalon was her name, and killing was her game. Standing tall, she stood up to at least 3'5 feet at the shoulders, but size wasn't the only thing that mattered. It was her horrible temper. Oh what a nasty temper Avalon held. And it was because of her temper that she got such a name. To many it would sound like a pretty simple name, but in translation it meant, "Field of Blood." You pretty much didn't have to ask why she was given such a name for if you knew well enough about its meaning it was pretty simple as to why she got it. Avalon was good at controlling her temper though, and she usually kept herself calm and cold, showing no emotion towards others unless she expressed her anger towards them in ways unthinkable.
Padding forward, the dark colored female walked on, her ears always moving, ready for anything at any moment. Her eyes as well, never stopped looking around. It wasn't that she was nervous. No. Avalon had never known fear. She had never felt it. She only could taste it from others as her punishing paws crushed there weak forms.
Avalon never had found a suiting pack for her. Everyone she had come by were either too weak or feared her too much that she found it disgusting. But, luck seemed to come her way as she one day heard the birds gossiping about a pack. They called it a ruthless one, held no compassion for weaklings and held much power. Power that Avalon seeked. Her journey was long, but she never gave up her search and it proved to be worth her trouble. If this pack was as ruthless and powerful as the creatures of the forest had rumored about, then perhaps it would be worth Avalon's while. Avalon wanted to be in a pack that held much power like she had heard this one claimed to have. If it was as cold and deliciously evil as the birds had put it, then Avalon would suit right in with this pack.
After a couple of minutes of walking, Avalon stopped at what she guessed to be the border of this pack. Settling down on her haunches, the dark colored female looked forward quietly and patiently. She would not step any closer, for she knew that if any wolves of this pack saw her venturing within the border, then they had every right to do as they pleased with her. For now, she would wait until someone arrived..
Padding forward, the dark colored female walked on, her ears always moving, ready for anything at any moment. Her eyes as well, never stopped looking around. It wasn't that she was nervous. No. Avalon had never known fear. She had never felt it. She only could taste it from others as her punishing paws crushed there weak forms.
Avalon never had found a suiting pack for her. Everyone she had come by were either too weak or feared her too much that she found it disgusting. But, luck seemed to come her way as she one day heard the birds gossiping about a pack. They called it a ruthless one, held no compassion for weaklings and held much power. Power that Avalon seeked. Her journey was long, but she never gave up her search and it proved to be worth her trouble. If this pack was as ruthless and powerful as the creatures of the forest had rumored about, then perhaps it would be worth Avalon's while. Avalon wanted to be in a pack that held much power like she had heard this one claimed to have. If it was as cold and deliciously evil as the birds had put it, then Avalon would suit right in with this pack.
After a couple of minutes of walking, Avalon stopped at what she guessed to be the border of this pack. Settling down on her haunches, the dark colored female looked forward quietly and patiently. She would not step any closer, for she knew that if any wolves of this pack saw her venturing within the border, then they had every right to do as they pleased with her. For now, she would wait until someone arrived..
