Post by Shiver on Jan 17, 2016 19:31:49 GMT -7
Mistigan trotted down the black oath, the hard stone uncomfortable under paw. Pale green eyes glowed mischievously under the dark veil of his brow. The wolfs' proud head was lowered as he slunk from shadow to shadow. The sun was sinking below the horizon, blanketing the wreckage of the city in swaths of purple and grey gloom. The city was far from silent, the clatter of creatures upsetting metal constructions filled the air, yowls of fighting felines ripped the cool air in shreds like the opponents pelt.
The ruins were tall, towering above him, scraping the sky with ragged, rusty talons. Once electric neon signs no longer flickered with tantalizing messages, instead they were shattered and broken; symbolizing the death of an era long forgotten. Foliage shrouded the entirety of the city in a jungle-like gaze of leaves and fronds. Stems rose from the mosaic of demolished pavement, tendrils of a destructive nature raced and competed for a structures height and vantage point.
But Mistigan did not know or care for the forgotten echoes and wails of a world gone vacant. The only thing he knew was that he was not supposed to be here. That reason was precisely why he was invading the dogs land. He was always told he was not allowed in the city, and that was why he was here. Mistigan was rebellious and he knew it. He loved it. He lived for it.
The black male darted through the streets, like a bullet of shadow. He had strayed deep into the city, this was its heart, the central of the dogs civilization. Mistigan scoffed. These dogs were so dumb and puffed up, so confident that the wolves were cowards that they didn't even bother to patrol. He flipped his tail indignantly. He was rather looking forward to a confrontation, it was a shame the dogs that called this place home didn't bother to show up.
Being the mutinous male he was, he began to mark the square he was in as his own. He rubbed against poles and walls, urinated on many things. It took awhile but he claimed one whole sky tear as his own, every dangerous level. Satisfied, Mistigan entered his new domain.
The ruins were tall, towering above him, scraping the sky with ragged, rusty talons. Once electric neon signs no longer flickered with tantalizing messages, instead they were shattered and broken; symbolizing the death of an era long forgotten. Foliage shrouded the entirety of the city in a jungle-like gaze of leaves and fronds. Stems rose from the mosaic of demolished pavement, tendrils of a destructive nature raced and competed for a structures height and vantage point.
But Mistigan did not know or care for the forgotten echoes and wails of a world gone vacant. The only thing he knew was that he was not supposed to be here. That reason was precisely why he was invading the dogs land. He was always told he was not allowed in the city, and that was why he was here. Mistigan was rebellious and he knew it. He loved it. He lived for it.
The black male darted through the streets, like a bullet of shadow. He had strayed deep into the city, this was its heart, the central of the dogs civilization. Mistigan scoffed. These dogs were so dumb and puffed up, so confident that the wolves were cowards that they didn't even bother to patrol. He flipped his tail indignantly. He was rather looking forward to a confrontation, it was a shame the dogs that called this place home didn't bother to show up.
Being the mutinous male he was, he began to mark the square he was in as his own. He rubbed against poles and walls, urinated on many things. It took awhile but he claimed one whole sky tear as his own, every dangerous level. Satisfied, Mistigan entered his new domain.
