R A V E N W O O D
His paws ached, split open and blistered from walking so much. His ears were pressed low, eyes dim and his body simply lumbering forward. Where was he, anymore, anyways? His head slowly picked up, Ravenwood's tongue dry as he licked at his lips, stomach growling fervently. The sound of prey- not nearby, but rather far off- haunted him constantly. He couldn't reach it, not in his state. His fur hung from bones like sagging fat, but there was none of that there for him either.
He was still shivering from his swim through the water here. "Swim" was a relative term, he resolved, slowly sinking to his haunches, then sitting down. He was so tired. Raven's head tilted a tiny bit, ignoring the drilling in his head. The broken raft he had been pushed on, with no direction, no instructions, and an evil glimmer to his eye. His eye. Ravenwood's green optics narrowed, his teeth barely snarling.
"You know, you were better off without them. You know that." Were the first words out of his mouth. That black wolf with a bone face, limber limbs, an overall disgusting stench to them. Like death aplenty, rolling off of him. But he had loved him, Ravenwood did. He was obsessed with him. But he had gone and killed them, murdered them for him. Ravenwood hated him. He hated him.
By the time he snapped out of his trance, his hackles were raised and his heart rate elevated. His lips were pulled back, his teeth bared. That quickly dissolved when he rose to his paws, hearing someone approaching, grimacing.
/ he's on the hunting grounds on the west side! anyone can find him
He was still shivering from his swim through the water here. "Swim" was a relative term, he resolved, slowly sinking to his haunches, then sitting down. He was so tired. Raven's head tilted a tiny bit, ignoring the drilling in his head. The broken raft he had been pushed on, with no direction, no instructions, and an evil glimmer to his eye. His eye. Ravenwood's green optics narrowed, his teeth barely snarling.
"You know, you were better off without them. You know that." Were the first words out of his mouth. That black wolf with a bone face, limber limbs, an overall disgusting stench to them. Like death aplenty, rolling off of him. But he had loved him, Ravenwood did. He was obsessed with him. But he had gone and killed them, murdered them for him. Ravenwood hated him. He hated him.
By the time he snapped out of his trance, his hackles were raised and his heart rate elevated. His lips were pulled back, his teeth bared. That quickly dissolved when he rose to his paws, hearing someone approaching, grimacing.
/ he's on the hunting grounds on the west side! anyone can find him
— Reggan
— Reggan