Post by -NightShade- on Nov 2, 2009 12:40:48 GMT -5
Golden, bronze, cream, grey, and black, each of these colours were all apparent in the bulky male who now trotted into the lands. His frame pulled tall, shoulders squared, pushed back so his broad chest was slightly puffed out. His ebony nose was damp at the end of his snout, and it too, was lifted slightly into the air. He stood now, stopping on a high point of the land, his tail was feathered and neat, was held up high in the air his whole coat was bushy, but well groomed at the same time. The only trace of anything dirty was the slight markings of gritty mud that were on his paws and lower legs. His entire posture was one of groomed dominance, his jet black piercing eyes seemed cold, despite resembling charcoal, a substance used to set on fire and create red and orange burning embers, much like the colours on his coat.
His neat black short claws sunk slightly into the damp brown ground. He raised his autumnal snout into the air even further, and his ebony nose twitched as he took in the scents all around him, he could smell the sparkling clear fresh scent of nearby flowing water, his head snapped round to the right, and through a clearing in the small woodland area, he could spy a luscious open grassy area, and presumed the water must be coming from that direction. He nodded to himself, content that he had some decent information about the surroundings he was currently in, after all, the more he knew about this place, the better he would be able to figure out his surroundings, and what was best for where.
The old-fashioned and somewhat high maintenance pooch had decided that this land was... adequate. In fact, it would suit him nicely. He grinned a simple lopsided grin to himself, and scanned the area. He couldn’t detect any presence of others, but... perhaps he could attract some attention; these lands needed some livening up. He lifted his front paws and stood up on his hind legs for a split second. His chops opening and a long wavering howl escaped him, it was somewhat hoarse, but definitely loud, it had a hint of arrogance to it, a dominant howl. It was his message to the others, that this land was his from now on, and any who wished to enter it had to go through him.
He sighed and settled down, pleased with his day, so far it had all been going well. He’d go round and mark the borders at a later date, enforce his territory. He wanted this land to try and bring the others together. He had no problem with wolves, or of dogs, or of the humans, he simply couldn’t be bothered with the constant demand to take sides. And now he had finally found something that could work. A middle ground, he’d find as many others as he could, and bring them here, this could be a safe haven. He’d do this fairly, or unfairly, depending on how things panned out. He wasn’t afraid to fight, he wasn’t afraid to sneak into the lands of others to try and gain their Unfortunates. If he was going to succeed at ending this mess, he’d need all the help he could get. Maybe once his lands word had spread, if he became the head of the strongest pack, others would come... and then the fighting could stop.
This was the plan anyway. But how it panned out, would probably be far different. He’d find that friends were far harder to find than enemies were. And in the job he was attempting to do?
Enemies would come far easier.