Broken Knight
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 6, 2009
The wolf had known for quite some time that he needed to find a female. Humanity had hunted wolves nearly to complete extinction. For hundreds of miles, he searched for a female. For any wolf like him. There was none left, only the four legged ferals. The wolf had decided that odds being what they were, it would be a better idea to steal a human girl away. There was certain magics, something entirely foreign to human, magic, that would be able to transform a human girl into a wolf like him. But, he had to do it just right, he had to specifically pick just the right human girl. Not only for the transformation to be effective and take hold, but to bear spring after the transformation.
He was tall, lean and strong as hell. His fingers tipped in claws, his hands resembled and were referred to, as paws, though he retained the flexible fingers. He had a long, fluffy tail, two tall, pointed ears, tipped in white. The rest of his fur was a stark black. As with everything about him, over the years of generations that led up to him, wolves had evolved in accordance with their dwindling numbers. Black fur helped him blend with darkness, pads on his feet and hands helped him move silently. He could pick out a specific person from a mile away on scent alone.
He was in a tree, his deep blue eyes focused on her. The wolf had to move quickly, and it was all over in but a moment. She'd find herself walking in one moment, then another, she'd find herself unable to see, falling asleep and being tugged away. By time she woke up, she'd find that she was laying on the soft sand of a lake, looking up at the black wolf over her.
He was tall, lean and strong as hell. His fingers tipped in claws, his hands resembled and were referred to, as paws, though he retained the flexible fingers. He had a long, fluffy tail, two tall, pointed ears, tipped in white. The rest of his fur was a stark black. As with everything about him, over the years of generations that led up to him, wolves had evolved in accordance with their dwindling numbers. Black fur helped him blend with darkness, pads on his feet and hands helped him move silently. He could pick out a specific person from a mile away on scent alone.
He was in a tree, his deep blue eyes focused on her. The wolf had to move quickly, and it was all over in but a moment. She'd find herself walking in one moment, then another, she'd find herself unable to see, falling asleep and being tugged away. By time she woke up, she'd find that she was laying on the soft sand of a lake, looking up at the black wolf over her.