Well, Doesn't This Seem Nice [OPEN]

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He had traveled far, too far actually. His paws were bloody and cut open and his underfur was caked in mud, dust and grime. His face, however, still showed tell tale signs of his last meal. He wasn't shy. He'd rip anyone's throat out if he gave them the right reason; Hell, even if there wasn't a reason. So far, all the places he had come across were filling up with wolves. He wanted to puke. Disgusting creatures. He had been one before, oh yes, just as pathetic and weak but he had been murdered then given a second chance.

The wings on his back brushed a low hanging branch and he growled, pulling it back against his back. This was proof of his second chance. Hell had spat him back out... For bad behavior he was told. He had wandered around with a pack mate of his for years, feasting on young children and wolves whenever he pleased but soon, the area became vacant and he had nothing else to do. He left his pack mate and followed the scent of a few wolves. Instead of finding a meal, he found this place. If the lands had been filled with just wolf scent, he would have turned around and found another place but the smell of other worldly beings drew him in. He had been rather close to his Godly being in Hell but since then, had felt the loose of power like a limb. He wanted close to that again; to feel the power and chaos radiating off their paws with the hopes that someday it could be his.

He made the last few feet down the smooth stone to the edge of the pool of water. He gave himself a once over before he lept into the water to clean off. Globs of mud and dirt came off of him and already his coloring could be seen better. From his shoulders and hips down, he was entirely black, including the tip of his tail, underneath his tail and his face from the base of his ears and the top of his neck. The rest was a reddish brown that resembled rust or dried blood. Remnants of his past clinked on each ankle and at the base of his tail, reminding him of a past he wished to forget and silver rings in his ears still remained even after the tags had long since disintegrated. Once he was clean, however, he pulled himself up onto the shore and shook off, spraying water everywhere before he plopped himself down on the smooth rock that had been warmed by the sun. At least he was alone...

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Dawn jumped eagerly onto the rocky shore of the small spring, letting his paws get a break from the sand that had been baked by the hot sun. Spotting a fellow wolf the color of dried blood, he decided to give the creature a lot of room. Gracefully running down towards the water, he gasped slightly when his body met with the cold water. Covering himself with the ice-blue liquid and splashing his way through about half of the spring, he finally stood still and enjoyed his break from the heat.

Dawn huffed. He could practically feel the strange wolf's presence, and it bothered him. He wished the stranger would just leave him be. And then the gray wolf realized something. He didn't recognize that wolf- at all. He was almost 100 percent sure that he had never seen the red lupine before- and that troubled him. Glancing back at the wolf, he tryed to read him, but it was no use. Dawn would have to hear the wolf talk, or even just move. The young wolf reminded himself to keep never let his guard down, because you should never trust someone you don't know.

Dawn was starting to feel numb, so he turned around and went back to the shore, stopping to shake himself once he was up on dry land. He layed down to rest on the warm rocks, a good distance away from the rust-colored wolf.