He kept his twisted smile as she asked him a familiar question. "Just born with them. Traits from my father." he replied quite bluntly not wanting to go into detail. he nodded to her second statement. Oh such sickly ticks they were! Wolf he was not....demon on he wished.
Suddenly, she started to talk about battle, fights...war. He simply rolled his ice blue eyes and continued to trot on. Sure he loved a good fight but he enjoyed killing more. To him they were different and if played right care, fights could be avoided from death bringing.
Wolves Of The Wind
Sandbox Style Wolf roleplaying.
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