Post by Adiran on Apr 29, 2006 23:43:13 GMT -5
A low, suspicious growl shook the frame of the young male slightly, or rather, made it quiver. Paranoia was something that had been with this young male since he had gained conscious thought. Or at least, got into the advanced stages of it. He couldn't exactly remember that far back. In any case, it wasn't as if this paranoia was a big part of him; usually a whining voice in the back of his head that had the potential to drive him crazy. His left ear flicked with irritation at the concept itself, but he shook his head, trying to dispel it from his system. He inhaled shortly, and with that behind him, he focused more or less on the situation at hand.
He had no idea where he was. Inexperience in the art of being a vagabond meant that he was ultimately doomed to fail when out of contact with others. The thing was, Adiran wasn't particularly social. The most part of his days were wasted on petty contemplations. As silly as it was, he preferred it much more than abrupt and usually scathing conversations with others. He had never been treated with sincerity in his early days and as a result, sincerity was a moot point in his life. Inhaling promptly, his gaze raked the ground with bitter caution.
His gaze darkened, still pondering his position. He knew he was near a pack, but other than that, he didn't know much else. He assumed that now or then he would be approached by a ranked wolf, and if he wasn't, he'd probably attempt to trespass and make his way to another territory. A low growl escaped his muzzle, reminiscent of the first growl he had emitted in suspicion.
The physical appearance of the male was not particularly unique, common amongst grey and timber wolves. Different hues, caliginous greys, creams, whites and browns adorning the admittedly lanky frame of the young male. He was certainly not light in color, but definitely nowhere near being black. His age was ambiguous, but last time he checked, he was around two years of age. The teenage lankiness was yet to leave him, something that annoyed him. He was tall as opposed to short, but not noticeably so.
Somewhat perturbed about the situation, Adiran rested on his haunches, awaiting judgement.
He had no idea where he was. Inexperience in the art of being a vagabond meant that he was ultimately doomed to fail when out of contact with others. The thing was, Adiran wasn't particularly social. The most part of his days were wasted on petty contemplations. As silly as it was, he preferred it much more than abrupt and usually scathing conversations with others. He had never been treated with sincerity in his early days and as a result, sincerity was a moot point in his life. Inhaling promptly, his gaze raked the ground with bitter caution.
His gaze darkened, still pondering his position. He knew he was near a pack, but other than that, he didn't know much else. He assumed that now or then he would be approached by a ranked wolf, and if he wasn't, he'd probably attempt to trespass and make his way to another territory. A low growl escaped his muzzle, reminiscent of the first growl he had emitted in suspicion.
The physical appearance of the male was not particularly unique, common amongst grey and timber wolves. Different hues, caliginous greys, creams, whites and browns adorning the admittedly lanky frame of the young male. He was certainly not light in color, but definitely nowhere near being black. His age was ambiguous, but last time he checked, he was around two years of age. The teenage lankiness was yet to leave him, something that annoyed him. He was tall as opposed to short, but not noticeably so.
Somewhat perturbed about the situation, Adiran rested on his haunches, awaiting judgement.
