April 01, 2015, 12:52 PM
OOC: I am a bit out of practice. I have not written in a long time. Pardon any issues.
The death-eyed male’s nose pointed upward, his lids shut. Dark ears felt wind swipe across them, a chill nearly reaching the rest of Yuda’s body but stopping at contact. Even with the yearling and some month’s inky eyes covered, it was apparent that cloud cover rested firmly above the land he had journeyed through months ago.
Yuda had never been large, unlike the other members that had resided in the pack. Lean but sturdy would be what any wolf observing him would think. Muscle had begun its journey in attaching itself to the black and cream male at a young age; training was brutal, cruelty directed at him any time eyes laid upon him. Wicked grins would drip words of wishful death, but, disappointing to them, Yuda only pushed himself harder. He was solid, and with his life having reached a year, only more development came. Shoulders were more broad, face widened. The bi-colored snout was always to be destined to give him a youthful, almost puppy look, but it was not within the male to care about such trivial things.
The tip of his snout, noticeably wet, caught onto a scent Yuda recognized. He would have never noticed, but a whisper of a smirk touched the left corner of his mouth. A smidgeon of emotion was not felt, though the young male knew he would walk close enough to be seen, though not so close as to be seen as a threat. His mind briefly noted the change in location, and the change in scents. Was he outcasted from his prior pack, only to begin anew? Such things were foreign to the night and day colored male. One pack loyalty for life was his mentality, brought upon by his brutal upbringing. He knew not to think otherwise.
A small glance to the territory was all he gave, only as it was directly in his path. A minute movement of the eyes to stay on the land annoyed him, causing him to return the empty orbs to the frontal position. Thinking of the place any more was not an option, and Yuda set his gaze to his original destination – the lake he had drunk from so long ago.
The death-eyed male’s nose pointed upward, his lids shut. Dark ears felt wind swipe across them, a chill nearly reaching the rest of Yuda’s body but stopping at contact. Even with the yearling and some month’s inky eyes covered, it was apparent that cloud cover rested firmly above the land he had journeyed through months ago.
Yuda had never been large, unlike the other members that had resided in the pack. Lean but sturdy would be what any wolf observing him would think. Muscle had begun its journey in attaching itself to the black and cream male at a young age; training was brutal, cruelty directed at him any time eyes laid upon him. Wicked grins would drip words of wishful death, but, disappointing to them, Yuda only pushed himself harder. He was solid, and with his life having reached a year, only more development came. Shoulders were more broad, face widened. The bi-colored snout was always to be destined to give him a youthful, almost puppy look, but it was not within the male to care about such trivial things.
The tip of his snout, noticeably wet, caught onto a scent Yuda recognized. He would have never noticed, but a whisper of a smirk touched the left corner of his mouth. A smidgeon of emotion was not felt, though the young male knew he would walk close enough to be seen, though not so close as to be seen as a threat. His mind briefly noted the change in location, and the change in scents. Was he outcasted from his prior pack, only to begin anew? Such things were foreign to the night and day colored male. One pack loyalty for life was his mentality, brought upon by his brutal upbringing. He knew not to think otherwise.
A small glance to the territory was all he gave, only as it was directly in his path. A minute movement of the eyes to stay on the land annoyed him, causing him to return the empty orbs to the frontal position. Thinking of the place any more was not an option, and Yuda set his gaze to his original destination – the lake he had drunk from so long ago.