Post by Azriel on Oct 3, 2007 12:07:01 GMT -5
Azriel walked swiftly through the brush. The bits of rain made their way through laves, landing here and there, dotting the forest with shining droplets. He looked like a prince here in this world of towering trees. In a sense he was, for he was the head of the Azmith pack, decended from the goddess herself. His anger from his encounter with the grey wolf and his sister had not yet worn off so he ran, with intent to kill. He wanted blood, food, meat. So off he went to hunt, if nothing else that would satsfy his rage, and his stomach.
