//? Plotting,, A Talent Perhaps

[//?S.tarklian]

Vicious//? No.
Simply, not gentle.

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Ebony physique emerged from the brush with talons latching upon the greenery below before releasing and rising for yet another step. Slowed pace became even slower and bodice found itself halted in the center of the lands. The sun sunk between the mountains, shooting old and pink hues into a darkening azure sky. It was quite a beautiful sight for any interested in it. Not a lie, I was very interested. I had been wondering the lands for nearly three months now in search of a place worthy to be dubbed a home. Was this it? A seemingly deserted terrain? I found peace here, and I knew that within time others would make their way across this land and with these new inhabitants I could amuse my hostile mind.

Ah, this land is quite pallid. Thoughts mused silently. Thoughts bounced to and fro within the cerebrum, hitting off of scullery walls. Flanks curled and bodice shifted into an eased sitting position. A howl? No, I was past that foolishness. I was no lupe of simpleness. I was much more than that. I was that of a vicious lycan. Vicious? No, allow me to rephrase that. I am not vicious, I am simply not gentle. I smirked at my own thoughts. Lame, I understand.

Sitting there upon the earthen mounds I pondered whether or not any other would emerge from the brush and prove that this land wouldn't be so easily obtained. Hollows took within the scents that floated in the gently whipping winds. Nothing. This world seemed quite alone. Would it prove me wrong? I could only hope I suppose. Although I wouldn't mind some moment of peace and calm I couldn't remain amused here forever if I were so alone. As a lycan I enjoyed the pleasure of anothers entertainment. Fighting ran through my mind as a thought constantly. I am a deadly creature, I promise you that.

That makes sense.
Doesn't it??/

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