a decade in the dark

looking for an aggresive/friendly spar? ;)

[size=medium]"If I had a heart you're the one who should break it"[/size]

[size=small]A couple of days ago Finn could have sworn that he saw shadows running. Maybe it was a dream or maybe it was a reality; one that would soon draw its dark, ominous cape over the Kintla Flatlands and the packs that lived within it. The strange sightings, or silhouettes that pressed behind the apriring Warrior's eyes did not come alone.
Strange scents of disease and filth laid scattered around the neighbouring areas of the flatlands; and despite it held a certain resemblance to the odor of a wolf it had something distinctive.
It was not wolf, but not a fox either.

It was something that lingered inbetween.
Something that despite being foreign to anything he had ever encoutered still held a certain darknes, a mystery that the silver Delta wasn't sure he wanted to unravel. But that was just his rational side speaking.
This.
This was his daring, fearless side, and it was (as usual) throwing all reason out the window.

With his tail raising over his back in a dominant display, that to be honest felt strange on his body, he steered off his usual patrol route to further lands, his paws unwittingly taking him down a route he had followed once before, when he had met Dante.

Soon, the man found himself running around the slopes of the imposing mountain, which was strangely topped with fresh scents. Finn, oblivious to the mountain's future claiming, strode carelessly through the lower skirts of the moutain. There were no border markings set and the howl to claim the land had not yet been made so his 'trespassing' was entirely unintentional.
He had come to seek answers about the strange scents that lingered around the flatlands, but as he weaved his way deeper into the mountain he began to question now the scents that betrayed the presence of the former Plateu-Caldera wolf and his small crew.
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