*Running through the woods, a streak of silver and steel glinted through the slushy snow. The owner of the shinging silver, and Artic Wolf, began to slow. He smelled blood, and fear. He halted and growled at the though of some wounded creature being chased by something. He HAD to help whom ever was in trouble. He turned his head. His fur ruffled in the wind. He was pure white with unnatural streaks of shining silver in them. He was wearing fair fitting knight's armour with various runes engraved throughout it. In the center of the breast plate was a large, notacable cross etched in it and stained silver. Clearly some form of magic had to be utilized in order to create it. He also wore a gold grown with multiple clear gems arrayed around them, in place of a helmet. On his belt was a four foot Knight longsword with runes engraved in the silver lined handle. On his back was a white cape with yet another cross, this one dark grey, on the center of it. He began to follow his nose to a small drop of blood on the ground. Next to the blood was a paw print. A whole set of prints, actually. Upon further investigation, TWO sets of prints arrayed themselves. His ears pearked with worry. What if the second print set was the hunter?! His worries blinded him and he took off at an desparate speed, following the tracks to whomever owned them. He had no idea who they are and knew full well that strangers are not to be trusted, yet he cared not. He thought that someone was in trouble and Heaven help any who got in his way.*
Topic: Kiss of Death (Read 42007 times)