the only path i've ever known [open]

[smudgeblox]

The ashen form weaved through the evergreens, sticking out like a sore thumb among the green and brown hues of the trees and soil below. His paws struck the ground quietly, and it was apparent that the male was attempting to stay unnoticed by anybody else in the vicinity. His head was ducked down so the crown of his massive skull was even with his rotating shoulders. Having a pelt so hard to conceal made traveling more risky for the brute, although there wasn't much of a risk anymore since the humans were gone and he was not in enemy territory. Good riddance. A scowl etched itself upon his snowy facade. The only thing he missed was giving the two-leggers a hard time- he almost wished he could have had a little more fun before they were killed off. The cities and towns were so empty now, and it was so peaceful. Life continued on like normal, while nature slowly reclaimed the human's disgusting concrete jungles. There were still fights here and there, and danger present from the other wildlife, but that wasn't too much of a bother for Hueso. The canine was a large beast after all, and a formidable if not over-capable opponent to almost anything.

Dark bronze pools with ebony innards studied the sudden clearing before them, and Hueso's swift gait came to a sudden halt. He hadn't been concentrating, and now didn't have a clue where his paws had taken him. The sound of water trickling down made his right ear flick to the side, soon to be followed by his head. A sudden dryness seemed to bother his throat as he thought of drinking the liquid, and so he trotted over to the small creek and lowered his snout to the clear waters. His salmon-tinted tongue hastily lapped up the water, and his allowed his eyes to close for a few seconds as he enjoyed the chill of the fluid to spread throughout his body. The crisp water was just what he had needed, so it seemed. But a growling stomach quickly pushed that idea out the door. Pallid harks smothered to the male's head as a hot flash of annoyance spread from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail. He didn't feel like hunting- but now that he was here, in a place probably full of prey, the opportunity would be foolish to reject. And so his muzzle lifted to the azure heavens to sniff around for scents.

It wasn't long before he inhaled and caught the smell of rabbit. The tawny mammal was nearby, but hidden in the vegetation near the stream and a few pine trees. How convenient. Hueso rolled his eyes sarcastically before crouching down and padding toward the hare. When his eyes finally discovered the creature, it was balancing on its hind legs searching for danger. After what seemed like a year the rabbit went back to nibbling the on leaves of a plant near Hueso. A small breeze sifted through Hueso's pelt, making him leap a little too early, just so the rabbit wouldn't catch his scent and run away. He was slightly off, but still managed to snatch the animal up between his jaws. A powerful bite to the spine quickly ended the struggling, and Hueso carried his limp catch further into the trees while still walking beside the stream. He settled down by a few large rocks with his paws barely touching the running stream, and began to eat.

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[Luciano]

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[atrb=background,http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww202/xamayaxkismetx/lucmid.png] It had been quite some time since the last encounter with the Elysian mongrels that dared step upon the Metnal lands. A wicked smirk pulled at the meat of charcoal lips as that one particular afternoon replayed through the large mastiff's mind. Massive, round paws touched with a surprising grace against the lush grasses of the green hills. Unlike most times the alabaster dog was seen wandering he actually had a purpose today. It seemed that the queen lacked a legion of spies so she had chosen to send warriors to do her investigating lately, which was well and good to him. Luciano didn't care to be locked upon the lands and enjoyed a little adventure, or at least the thought of one possibly finding him. Cropped receptors stood proudly upon his broad skull listening closely to each and every sound slicing through the atmosphere prepared for a sneak attack from the idiotic human stuffed animals that had originally called these lands home. Long, muscular limbs mindlessly carried his hefty frame until reaching the crest of a particularly tall hill, there upon it's top his motion finally ceased. The Dogo Argentino had been traveling without pause since leaving his home lands. There he stood, a white stone statue against a azure backdrop watching over the side of his earthen perch. It wasn't long before the site of another similar in hues entered his vision. A calculating stare watched over the fellow brute deciphering what he possibly could from the distance. Was this a surviving Elysian? He seemed timid about the surroundings, however most from that worthless pack were worried of everything but their own. Saliva began to pool within an ivory dungeon, adrenaline beginning to course rapidly through the intricate web of veins under the dog's thick hide. A single step brought him closer to the edge of the hill while a crimson muscle slipped along a boxed maw to clear the building liquid within its walls. As soon as the strange dog turned and began his journey back into the safety of the forest muscles contracted and exploded without warning sending the massive creature down the hillside. Red was all that was seen. This was a side of him few had witnessed as his loyalty to his queen was far too great to destroy those who served her. This was certainly not a Metnal dog that now had an invisible target painted across it's backside, there was no loyalty to this male. Paws didn't seem to touch the earth as silent strides drew him closer to his prey. A single loud thud was heard as his weight was thrown into the forest floor sending him flying toward his opponent, even if the other was unaware that he was indeed against the Latin dog. A deep throated growl echoed through the forest bouncing violently from one tree to the next as he attempted to land upon the other dog. Surprisingly there was still control and not a fang was offered as first offense, though one question was burning its way from his throat, "What pack do you run with, dog?" Rumor had it that Elysian was no longer in order, that the only two remaining members were taken into Barzakh territory. It was Luciano's job to search the old Elysian lands to verify if these claims were true. Was this an Elysian dog? Perhaps he was simply a wanderer?