Post by Blood Oaths on Oct 17, 2005 20:43:37 GMT -4
Blending in with the dark night, a very large obsidian colored brute walked slowly and quietly in the rolling fields. Looking around the fields, slight interest was barely shown, no emotion on his fine face. Glinting black optics then scanned the terrain, searching for others. There were none. Moonlight rays hit his pelt of ebon making it look of watered silk. Though his hide was softer than down on a mother owls breast, inside it was cold and hard, full of carelessness and hatred. Sure he had a heart, but it was locked within, he didn't need it. Flicking back his auds, he stopped, dead still. Lowering his maw, he ripped up some grass, munching slowly, realizing how hungry he was. The wind picked up and blew some flower petals into his face, making him sneeze repeatedly. His auds pinned against his head, himself cursing his allergies to flowers. Turning his head, he swallowed the grass and began to walk away, roaming the fields quietly.
