Blacktail Deer Plateau sweet talker

@Indie

There was a time when the black devil had not been on the verge of madness. Snake had always had the gift of appearing mad, but in reality he was much saner, smarter, and more cunning than any wolf he dealt with. The gift was to appear so, but not actually to be so, and that was a hard feat to accomplish. Never had he felt like he might derail, never had he felt like he might waver from his certain position in the world. Now he was simply...

Crazy. 

The man traversed the forest, turning angular head out to see the uninterrupted view of the flatlands. Saucer-like paws gripped the earth surprisingly agilely. He was more lithe than he appeared, for though he was large, he was slender and strong like a steel cord. He climbed forwards, muscles rippling smoothly under his pelt as black tail flicked left and right. Snake's sharp, hawk-like green eyes snapped towards the sound of a bird fluttering away from the canopy of a tree, wings flapping furiously, before they found themselves grazing over the the trees. They had been stripped bare by the grasp of the cold season, the foliage of the forest undressed and naked in the dead chill of winter.

The tall man paused and stood in the area, still as a statue, a strong stony figure standing erect and waiting. Long legs became pillars of majesty, holding up a broad figure of power drenched in the sweet darkness of black.