Bearclaw Valley «The Thorns of Roses»

random night in the valley!

He walked by the borders at a slow but steady pace, bright teal eyes practically glowing through the darkness as he gazed around, alert of his surroundings. Even under the cover of the shadows, the Roman was a formidable force to be reckoned with and if anyone dared to approach him, they would find themselves tackled to the ground with jaws to their throats. He was very much awake, the thing had made him anxious and worried which obviously would make that more prone to happen but..he couldn't really prevent it could he.

The wind shifted directions, blowing a scent towards him. Hackles bristled as he stalked forward, as graceful and as silent as a feline. Only when he identified the scent did he relax. Cry. What was the male doing at this hour in the night? Ah, who cares? He would just have a bit of fun then. The shadowy onyx might be well...a creature of the darkness, but surely even he knew how to play.

Raziel leapt forward downwind and silent, so Cry couldn't have known it was him and nipped him playfully in the bite, tail waving as an invitation to play behind him.