Random Ranting Wolf

[kooky]

Arra was in a terrible mood, her plans for destroying Yueh were pretty much over and Tagger had been missing for months, leaving her with absolutely nothing to do or anyone to hurt. The lack of blood shed only tore at her nerves everytime she thought about it, but she couldn't destroy an entire pack on her own, besides, there was someone else giving the wolves total hell.

Apparently, some guy named Ghost was wandering about the lands, doing something or another; she had heard rumors that this was the pack's first major threat in a while, which meant practically no one knew about her. The only wolf around that even new she existed was that brat, Numl, who kept getting in her way everytime she tried to do major damage.

The only thing that gave her some pleasure was the fact that she had ripped his tail off, until it hung by the bloody strings of sinew, it was probably beyond the repair of the healers. Imagine, Numl the Tailless, it almost brought wicked laughter from the wanna-be dark wolf, except she didn't laugh anymore.

She had begun to notice how her once black fur was now streaked with shade of gray, signs of age brushing over her, which was just some cruel joke fate was playing on her; wasn't she supposed to be invincible to everything? After all, she was Arra, the one wolf who had destroyed Fierce and the stupid Flaming Fighter Mode. What kind of attack was that? Sure, it was original, but the name was the dumbest thing ever.

"Stupid Fierce...I'm glad you're dead..."

[Monkey Monk]

Green eyes gazed at this one named Arra for a moment. The shadows hid the creature perfectly. Normally he despised hiding yet he had to do it for his friend. Silently he watched the femme for quite some time more. Finally he decided he had heard enough and rather clumsily he began to dash away from her.

[deardominique]

Padding alone, in the direction of the ebony silvery-streak she-wolfen, was a tall obsidian figure all his own. He was tall, probably taller than the average wolf in the clan. Sinew did not ripple beneath his thick raven-black hide, for he was tall and lanky if anything. Dual pointed ears were positioned rather lazily upon his broad skull. A spectator could guess that he was in deep thought. Perhaps pondering the meaning of life? No. A thought so deep as this, seemed trivial to the laid-back male. But it was evident that he was totally oblivious to his surroundings and those who surrounded him.

Being a new face to the pack didn't seem to faze the rather wry wolf, for he continued to traverse through the territory nonchalantly. His posture was neutral, not challenging in anyway. It wasn't his desire to create controversy between himself and the alphas, let alone other wolves in the pack who were considered to have some role of importance.

He paused, upon hearing the voice of another. Female, no doubt. Glad you're dead?...A wolven brow arched upon rather charming visage, as he neared the next bend, there came into view what appeared like an aging female, her once stunningly pitch black coat, now dappled with the streaks of age,

"Excuse me for...intruding, but it's hard to let the something you just spoke go un-noticed."

Words were spoken calmly, his voice was smooth, pleasing to the ears. A vague smirk of sorts, played upon wolfen lips as he eyed her with icy auric eyes, flecked with the intriguing metallic color of sterling.

"A normal comment, pondering the weather, or...musing about the ending season, could be easily ignored. Not worth my while, let alone effort. But alas, it just so happend I was frolicking by, when you spoke those words which have, I admit, somewhat captivated my attention."