(kinda new to this so here we go, not just for the fun, but also for the experience i'll get from it.
anywhoo, i have 3 main forms a wolf dark as the night, my usual furry form and that of a pitch black raven, both animal forms given from my pagan gods leader odin, against 100 years of loyal service, on top of that i've claimed the realm of shadows and darkness as my own, harnessing it's powers and uses it as a safe haven and a means of transportation over great distances, with this came the curse of eternal youth, pretty much like dracula ^^)
- the pitchblack raven observes the dragon closely with curiosity as the leviathan crawls along the forestground towards its limbing target, moving with extreme caution not to alert him.
the raven establishes on her fairly good looks and the way she moved that it must be a female
then feels a troubling presence nearby and creeps runs through it's spine, making the raven into waggling on the Branch, spreading its wing and shaking from the evil feeling coming over him as he tryes to figure out with the vision of true sight what it was, but stops trying when he feels the amount of evil capsoled in the presence was too overwhelming to measure. and shakes his feathers again as if to shake the evil feeling of. suddenly the sight of the majestic leviathan seemed of no importance, this new presence must be located, and if possibly revieled, the pagan gods was expecting as much of him and he knew they would see it as unloyal not to. troublet by these thoughts the raven spreads its wings and flyes towards the summit of the mountain sensing the presence being at a high altitude...
when the raven reached what felt like the right height he found a plateau landing there, then slowly in a shadowy smog turnes into shadowgray wolfwith eyes the same color as that of the raven, still using the vision of true sight as Odin surely would like to see whatever troubled the world of his and other gods followers. the dark almost black wolf shaked his fur gently to get of all the feathers that were still stuck in his dark fur, grinning and spitting out feathers that had gotten into his muzzle as he transformed, when he was done he sat there breathing with the tongue hanging out catching breath after the long and tiresome flight. then he stuck the tongue back into the muzzle, makes a low yawn and shakes the head as to recoop. his senses told him the presence was near, so he starts sniffle around, then all of a sudden he raises his head and looks to the right, looking into thin air, still, he feels certain there is something there, he taps into the powers of the gods and channels the energies through his pitch black vision of true sight.
the he saw them, hovering in the thin air, two enormous eyes looking down at him, judging, curious, and penetrating, the eyes them self was a deep green colour, as empy and feelingless as his own.
the wolf sniffled at it, trying to catch scent of it, but to no use it was as though they was not even there.
he tryed again just to make certain, but result ended the same. yet the wolf lures forth a hint to a smile, he finds something... something familiar about this entity that seems to be outside space and times natural limits.
((there we go shini, do your stuff))