Topic: Oak Moon, Cold Moon

Wulf Canavar

Date: 2017-11-30 02:28 EST
::Growl::

The streets of RhyDin were cold, and the moon was full. The wolf had left his den and began to prowl the streets again.

This time he was not alone...

BookMage

Date: 2017-12-02 00:29 EST
He shook his head, his flapping jowls sounding like a wet flag in a strong wind. Blakwulf's large head hurt, and shaking it about only increased the dull ache. An upright ear itched, so Blakwulf sat down and used a large rear foot to relieve that itch only to give birth to another behind his ribs. Standing on three feet he scratched that itch too, ruffling his thick black coat.

Rolling his wide head side to side Blakwulf was reminded of his headache, but it also felt good and right, so he pushed past the pain and sped it up. Like an ocean wave, the invigorating shake traveled down his neck through his thick protective main, loosening his thick muscles and travelled down his shoulders and ribs along his back and rear haunches to finally explode down his long bushy tail. Feeling invigorated and much better, Blakwulf stretched long and low, dipping his snout low then raising it high in exquisite pleasure.

The gulls persistent warbling caught his attention, as did the unceasing waves and the salty tang in the air. The moon large and bright above drew Blakwulf's golden eyes, making him feel alive and capable of anything.

Hoow Hoow HooWOOOOOooooo"

For a brief moment Blakwulf looked about in wonder, and then he realized he made the howl, it came from his own throat. It felt good, it felt right.

Hoow Hoow HooWOOOOOooooo " HooWOOOOOooooo hoowoo.

The lonely howls rolled along RhyDin's south docks echoing and reverbing again and again fading into the night. Blakwulf smiled, his long tongue lolling out the side of his mouth over formidable teeth and powerful jaws.

He was about to repeat his performance when the breeze brought an interesting scent. Huffing deeply searching the night air it took him a very long moment to filter the one scent out from the other dockside smells. Dead fish under the docks was a powerful odor, ultimately reminding Blakwulf of his hunger. The cat's low growling from behind the stack of unloaded cargo tempted Blakwulf to kill, but the senseless babble of not too distant humans reminded him that some caution would be wise.

Then that scent ticked his nose again and with it came recognition, and desire; wolf, others like himself, power, protection, food. Blakwulf felt the pull of the pack.

Wuff ? Wuff.

Following the scent, Blakwulf set out looking for others like him.

Wulf Canavar

Date: 2017-12-03 15:48 EST
::growl::

Outsite of the city, in the Southern Glen there was a bare hilltop. Out of the trees Wulf trotted. He bounded up on top of the rocky edge of the highest point of the hill.

::aaarrrroooooooooooooo!!::





::snarl::