[One] who does not [Care]

[.:Shadow:.]

The dark forest was dead silence, probably even quieter than usual. No, this was too unnatural. Something or someone was coming. An outline of it could be seen lingering forward that was just smaller than a bear. An absolute demonic feeling was radiating off of the creatures body, sending chills down the spines of the hiding animals that chose to reside there in almost absolute darkness and evil. Overhead, somewhere above the canopy of the tree's the sun was shinning brightly, but down here, the trees were close together, the treetops so close to together only little rays of light filtered down. A crow, the sign of a bad omen, shrieked in the distance over a feast it had found...

The figure was still making its way through the foliage and it wasn't until it passed through one of the few rays of light could you see it's true form. It was a wolf, brujo, and a large one at that. His body was well-defined with massive muscles, especially around the shoulders and down through his pillars. His pelt was kissed black by the darkest corner of Hell. All over his body were splashes of red which everyone usually took to be blood that stained his pelt. Starting at his muzzle, a great big sheet of red wrapped around it, down the nape of his neck and all the way under his stomach. His back held red strips like a tiger, his two front paws were dipped red as well as the end of his fluffy tail.

His mind was full of blood, full of the screams of the wolves he had slaughter with his large and sharp talons that couldn't even be retracted in, so they were always out. To him he looked at his talons as a weapon, a weapon that could slice through the flesh on an enemies neck or bodice. As he had been tracking his sister to kill her, he had stayed in a single place once for a great amount of time were he had gained the title of the Gladiator.

The gladiator.A name he never tries to forget.Now,to forget,would probably the hardest thing to do,mentally.Kohl couldn't forget.The memories still remained deep inside his pained skull.Pain.Pain is probably the hardest hue to hold.To bear pain,you have to be strong,avoid it's snare's and traps,for as long as your carry pain,it will try to stumble you.Not many make it.They become en webbed by its sickening grasp.Yet Kohl was a Gladiator,and he took it on board,and he bared it on, and on.With heavy steps,he moved onwards,still with the same undeniable ghostly stride he always walked.

The pain boring down on him,weighing him down.Yet he managed it.He left his home,searching for his sister and than someplace to rot. Rot away like he never existed.Yet he had.And he is remembered.The innocent lives he took.The sadistic joy he felt when hearing them groan as his talons sunk deep into their flesh.It never hurt him to know he enjoyed it.To actually admit it was fun.

He knew he was trudging on claimed land and that did not bother him. About half of a mile back he had smelled the scent boarder and walked right over, destroying the wolf taboo and invading the territory. A demonic smile was plastered across his labrums as he stopped to wait. To wait to see if anyone would come for him. This, He thought, will be fun.

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[Silentstorm]

The black femme placed paw after paw along the ground. She had heart the male long ago. Yet she had only just located him. She was young yet of so wise and powerful.

To tell you the truth, She wasn't really black. She was about Navy. Her eyes were a wonderful pink colour. Both her ears had gold and silver earring in it. Boy was she beauty. Boy was she sexy. But there was that one element. It was a glimmering tooth which stuck out of her mouth. Her long mouth turned to a grin as she saw the male. She let out a small laugh and blew her gray mane out of the way. It flopped down again. She almost seemed to have wings. Wings diguised as an angel but really a devil. It was that which drew them in. Around her glowed a lighter blue auror. Her tail ranged in wonderful colours. Her underbelly was an amazing black. One paw was a delicate white whilst all the others were black. And on her leg was a small leather wristband.

Wow she was beautiful. But this wasnt her love. He was her victim.

[.:Shadow:.]

<sup>Worthless b.itch she is. I do not know how I had let them scare me away, I could have taken. I could have had my chance! He was thinking coldly to himself, reminding him he had to kill her, reminding him he was most likely going to take himself out from being an Exile... But that was only if he could 'talk' some sense into the female he could sense approaching him.

Most wolves preferred not to mess with him not only for his size, his muscles, his large insicors that his lips could not cover, but more importantly his talons that he never retracted, that were always out, ready to kill in a moments second. However, try as he might to hold it back, he was not here to kill the pack, he was actually going against his nature as asking to live here.

Normally he would not ask, he would just invade, do what he wanted, and ask questions and kill later. No, he needed to find someone like him, someone who shared the joy of watching the victim cry out in pain and anguish, to watch their last breaths escape them, to see all the blood drain from them, to tear off limbs for no reason. Yes, that was why he was here. To find someone to help carry out his plan.

Honestly, many females had liked him, but they wanted him only to get higher in the hierarchy. They wanted his power at the time, half the rule over his band of wolves. They wanted more. Kohl however, could not describe himself to anyone. He could not say if he was ugly, handsome, just all right. Nope, he could only tell you he was Hell.

After a thought or two he decided to wait in the small clearing he now stood in once more. He could honestly wake on whatever was coming his way alone. He was able to care and fight for himself and he was ready to kill anyone, as he took his stance.</sup>
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