[just wanted to mention that i'm not on the list :/]
Laying in the dark, the wolf closed his eyes, the wind whistling down the hollowed buildings, splashing rain on the houses.
And down it will fall, and like acid touch your dry throat with it's heavenly fingers.
But you shant drink from this gift... for you know it will do more harm than good."
His gold eyes opened again, and as he opened his eyes, dribbles of rain began to fall. Rain was coming, and it would take a while. they needed to find secure shelter before it grew dense.
The age-old beast stood, a massive hound, power washing off of him in ebbs and flows. He yawned, golden light shining from his coat where it looked like a knife had sliced through his pelt. The glow was soft, but exaggerated in the darkness. His mouth had a glow as well, as did the star-like scar over her eye that ran down his cheek.
"Where is he?"
It might have seemed like an after thought, but the wolf looked through a crack in the ceiling and noticing the dampness on the floor, puled a bucket over to capture the rain.
They drank it, but due to the lack of rain, they had to be careful, too much water would make the wolves want too much and drive them mad with greed, they had to pace themselves...
Where was he?
Sitting on his haunches, Lacrymosa looked at his reflection in the puddle on the ground, the gossamer reflection showed only the dead face of the body he possessed.
SICKENING
He snarled and dashed the image with his paw.
He could see himself, but he also saw the body of the dead wolf, not his... it wasn't his...
The brown, red, and white bits of fur were all turning back, and until all of the fur was black it would bother him to no end...
He hated this... he'd always had his own body, but why did he have to have this body? Some curse? What a joke... a curse... him, cursed. A demon! How amusing.
He was large, eight foot maybe. But now he was the size of a Great Dane... how boring.
"Where is he?"
Where was the alpha? they had to talk... there was business to discuss...