Overture Downs there is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness

Boring boring, everything was so boring. He had not really found anyone who was willing to play, lately. Heck, he hadn't even found any materials for any of his new 'paint' projects. It was rather unfortunate considering his artists muse was beginning to build up inside of him. He needed to let it out, to let it explode. But there were no alive things around to provide him with the paint he needed. "Theresss no one to play with here." The words came out in a disappointed whimper, a strange thing for such a large man. To hear him whimpering like a child that he was bored was quite preposterous. Grown men did not whine and whimper over something so silly. They went out and actually did something about it, to sate their hunger. "And no more wolvesss, no more wolvesss to play with..." It was really sad if you thought about it.

He wasn't really sure where he was heading to now. He didn't really know anywhere in this land besides where he had already visited and those all were dead ends anyways as far as food went. He didn't really care what he played with now whether it be wolf or a small bunny. Anything would do. He found his mouth watering with the thought of warm flesh to fill his belly, the saliva dripping as it pooled over and dribbled down his chin in thick globs of drool. His large ears fell gently against the back of his head as his stomach growled in protest to the teasing thoughts, causing him to whimper [more of a growl, if he were honest] yet again. Oooh, he wasn't sure how much more he could take of this before his stomach drove him to absolute madness. Or perhaps he'd already reached that absolute madness. He needed to do something, anything. He was growing desperate as he reached his senses out, straining his ears and praying, praying beyond hope that there would be a solution. He almost missed a new scent as he did so, almost brushed it off as his imagination. But as he paused to smell it he found himself tensing, eyes dilating as his mouth watered more with drool. His claws curled, digging deep scars into the snow as he pushed himself forward without a care in the world as he made his way towards the stranger.

He only stopped when the woman was in clear view. She was white in color; pale as the snow that blanketed the ground before them. Snake himself was as dark as the night sky, and oh how the two wolves contrasted. He simply giggled like a child as he swayed back and forth with delight, lengthy spine twisting and turning. "Oh, how fun. Ssseemss I've found myself a friend." Food. He left the last word unspoken, hanging in the air though there was no way this woman could have known. His eyes were wide, unblinking, and a crooked grin stretched across black lips. Stilted onyx limbs dragged the massive man closer to the woman. She seemed to be...digging? No matter, he would find a way to play with her anyway.