To me, my SHEEP [Banshee; PRIVATE]

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[atrb=background,http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff235/wolfqueen23/Tsuztable-5.png,true] "SPEECH" THOUGHTS "QUOTE" Icy violet blades glew; illuminating the bleak inanimate darkness around the drake. Glowering burgundy eyes etched out the landscape around him. Mountains, and hills obscured sight, but added depth to the vision of the world. Most creatures were dep in their slumber, even his son was tucked away in the safety of their den, but the father, ever restless, could not find such peace. Ivory white pelt under shimmering moonlight gave him the aura of a ghost, and most, if any, passersby would assume the same. Massive paws adorned with glimmering claws flattened the grass and moss of the rocks each time they planted themselves upon the earth. Gentle breezes created both naturally, and by the crashing waves upon the nearby shore, and rocks teased the geat beast's pelt with salty air. The brute ruled the Ipswitch pack that occupied Korreai island, which was not too far off from this shore. He once had a family, and an aspiring pack; they were a number strong. In this new land they would've made quite the formidable force. Skadi, his mate, he missed her. She had only just birthed their first litter before the disaster tore his home, and family apart. The more he thought on it the more he realised that the love he thought lust was actual and genuine love for the bitch that had wandered into his camp. He was too late now in this realisation; he has only his son now as a reminder. With this thought a sigh passed his lips. "Reika find you my dearest Skadi, and lead you, and our offspring to Serifina's paradise" he prayed with a bow of his head. It was a soft whisper of a wish for his past to stay at peace. The brute was continueing on his way home; the lands here were full of beasts of very style, size, and temperment. He'd yet to meet one as wild as Skadi, however, the moment with that magnificently wonderful creature had changed his life. He knew that his son needed something like that. It wasn't something that one could seek out, but an adventure one was required to find. Tsuz needed to take his son in search of such an adventure, he knew it would be great for his charatcer. I mean after all...Daddy knows best. ~Notes: Let the madness begin -w- ~Status: COMPLETED ~Tags: Banshee ~Music: Right now- Korn ~Credits: table put together by TSUZ Lyrics- Red: Art Of Breaking

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[Enigma]

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[atrb=background, i40.tinypic.com/9s868j.png] The night called to this female like an addict to her fix, she craved the nocturnal hours and what they offered. Danger, surprises, and creatures usually on the darker end of the spectrum. Endless legs carried the figurine frame in a swaying manner, one that was at ease and yet primitive. The pale spotlight found the Lady and illuminated that buttermilk coat, while the contrasting lucid black markings were truly divine. Nostrils inhaled deeply to supply air to her lungs, though her nasal cavity did little to no good in detecting scents. Through the blackened muzzle came a serpent tongue, forked in shape and almost immediately did it detect the cologne of a male. This is what Banshee had been prowling Matungi for, while large yet delicate paws crossed the stone formations there was no audible sound. As a skilled assassin this female understood the art of surprise, and more so having the upper hand of being silent paid off in a lot of situations. Grinning wickedly at the thoughts swarming in her deranged mind, Banshee altered her path to shift toward the direction of the male. Much like a shark detecting blood in the water, the female went toward it in the same predatory manner. Calm and collected and yet deadly as can be, just then her eyes fell upon the owner of the aroma. A ghastly looking figure in regards to the moonlight and his appearance, yet as she gained less distance from him she was able to note oddities about him. Banshee came at the male from a face to face point of view, always bold in nature for what was there to fear? Rich sea green eyes studied his physique until she stood only a few feet if that from the massive creature, her eyes now focused completely on the opposer's gaze. "Salutations devil." The first words to leave her lips, which were as enchanting as the sweetest honey and of course lathered in a noxious venom. This male she believed would detect the venom and danger, though would not be alarmed like others. Most males they did not understand her nature or understand what she truly meant. "A midnight stroll or does it deem worthy of purpose?" The question was a bit cryptic but it held its meaning. Banshee was not one to feel shy, or anxious when in the presence of such a Goliath. Instead it was eerie as to how tranquil her posture and vocals were.

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