The tale of a kit and a wolf... (wip)
CRACKA BOOM rings the thunder in the distance illuminating the dark for a split second before sending the world back into the shadow...Florida storm clouds casting an even darker shadow upon the already deep night. leaning against the wall of an apartment, shielded underneath the balcony above, stands a 6" foot male resting one foot and back against a wall, lazily supporting himself, staring off into the endless rolling storm clouds. the whole complex silent save for the occasional flash and crash of another lightning bolt crashing from the still earth into the endless sky. The male looks up at the clouds, memories of his past, and omens of the future, crashing into him with each stroke of lightning flashing before him. Sweet voices of freinds from what seems like ages ago ringing in his ear as each boom of thunder splits the sky with its rage.
Lazily shaking his head, he places a ciggerette inbetween his lips and whispers, "gods, i hate nights like tonight, they bring back too many memories..." cupping the end of the ciggerette he produces a lighter, and with a flick from his thumb, the deep gold of his eyes, and the unkempt dirty blond hair upon his head are illumenated. But to a select few, they would have seen the huge black wolf leaning agains the wall next to him, his body clad in tribal armor, complete with the steel greaves covering his furred legs, steel gloves and bracers running up to his elbows, while metal arm bands shined on his biceps, and his shins covered with the metal leaving his clawed feet bare. His chest a fluffy wreak of deep night black fur and scars criss crossing his body. a long flowing brown loincloth keeping him decent. each of his armor adorned with glowing runes of the deepest red... his armor and body marked with the tell tale signs of an ageless war. A leather band from his right sholder to his left hip, tight on his body, keeping the the two meter long broadsword on his back in place. He haphhazardly looked over at the male arms crossed, staring at him with eyes of the deepest color of blood... his long night black hair whipping in the wind. He sighed before letting the deep growl of his voice loose. "Since when is thinking of her such a bad thing, remember, i am you just as you are me. i know what your thinking. We miss her too."