Rain Dance || OPEN
It felt good. Not unusual for his night runs, regardless if they were in the rain or not he usually always felt good. This was different for some reason, maybe it was due to the power he had been feeling the past two weeks. Even before he’d won the alpha for a week thing, he’d felt powerful. Like he could rip anything that stood in his path apart. It had been a long time since he’d felt that way, back to when he was lone wolfing with a group of males that didn’t want to shift back. He thundered forth, scaling the terrain he seemed to have been made for, pushing trees to the side as if they weren’t worthy of his grace. His muscles were in unison, working perfectly propelling him up and over rocks and grooves until he reached the top far from ear shot of humans he’d howl, a powerful howl that could have woken the hidden moon from behind the clouds that cried their tears upon the earth.
There is a reason I am the undying king|| EVE
His muscles rippled through him like a sonic wave as his golden gaze fell upon her lithe female form. His body dappled and graffiti-ed with scars that would churn the stomach, claws sharpened to a point. A deep growl would bellow from vocal strings like thunder ripping through the mountains as his ears would flatten and the hairs of his back would stand at attention sharply. He’d lift his foot daintily tipping her backwards onto her rear as he’d shove his nose at her inhaling her sharp perfume for anything that shouldn’t be there, something that wasn’t his. He’d pull backwards, eyes slipping into slants as he’d take in her appearance, sparing a glance to the clearing before he’d tilt forward quickly in attempts to latch his fangs upon her shoulder, crunching bone under his bite. He’d release her and push her backwards, licking the bleeding wound before he’d step back and tilt his head to the sky for a howl, deep in baritone that shook the heavens before his eyes would go from gold to blue, still holding the form of a wolf.
