The Newcomer

[Whispering Feathers]

[bg=043403][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Satan had been watching the small group for hours. He wanted to confirm if they were the pack Old Wolf told him about. And he has. He got out of his hiding place stiffly, stretching out his crammed muscles. Rising to his full height, he slowly approached the pack. A day ago... Satan trotted between the trees. He had heard from other animals that the Henka pack lived here. He has been travelling this forest for a long time, yet, could not find a single canine. 'The fog must be too thick. Even I wouldn't roam this forest for long if I didn't have this wish to find them...' he thought wearily. He hadn't eaten a full meal for days, only stopping for a short while to drink or catch 40 winks. 'Exactly how small are they that it's so difficult looking for them?! Old Wolf never said anything about this. Wonder if he were a pack member once...' Satan sighed and continued trotting through the fog, between the trees, hunting for the evasive pack. He finally reached a small clearing, glancing casually at it and moving o-... Was that a dog he saw? The Wolfhound walked closer, hiding behind trees and long grasses... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Out Of Character "OOC Comments, if needed." Satan's Profile | Satan's Diary © Whispering Feathers <3 ~ My Sub-Board | My Other Characters ~

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[╰409╮]

DANGGIT BOB! YOU'RE ON POSTING TIME OUT!

Poor Satan has had no one to reply to *shakes fist* - You can reply whenever Hollaywewd gets her muse goin'.

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/409/Untitled-6.jpg] Bored. So entirely too bored to even withstand. The brute understood that their little gang of canines wasn't what most were looking for, that most canines seemed to want to join groups that had it out for something... had some... reason of being. What was honestly so hard to understand about being just to be? Perhaps it was nothing but his wayward thought process that made all of this make any sense. The brute would never understand why anyone couldn't just be happy despite everything else. It was all in the past, wasn't it? What was there to look forward to but the blissful days ahead? With a deep sigh, the Border Collie fell the ground mid-stride. Dust and debris floating all around him. When he turned to his back, he watched each particle fall with a light smile creasing his face. These were the simple things 409 lived for. He found such beauty in the world, in all the little details that living anything but a happy existence was nearly impossible. The black and white brute seemed as if he were in a dreamy state, and this would be absolutely correct. In the labs, before the explosion, 409 was tested daily with a wide array of drugs. Most make him happy as a clam, but the comedowns were hard. Unbearable. Although 409 was saddened by the human loss, the explosion forced his own body to bond with the drugs he succumbed to day in and day out. Now, he was in a forever drugged up state. Fortunately, it was mild unless he wished otherwise. Another wonderful feature of this bonding was surely noticeable to anyone around now. With eyelids half closed, a small ball of coloured light seemed to appear right above his nose. It twinkled with an array of cyans, yellows and bright pinks. And to at least 409, it was extremely alluring. Soft blows of air from his maw seemed to push the ball up before it fell back down. It appeared as if the swirling ball was something physical, a levitating UFO that the brute toyed with in the air. But if someone were to touch it, their paw would go completely through it or it would engulf the appendage, depending on 409s mood. He controlled these lights and they could manifest in any way, shape or form. But the best thing about these coloured lights? If 409 allowed, they would inflict a feeling of euphoria on any other party. The brute had no knowledge of the other canines around him, he was far too mystified by his lights to care about anything else in the world.

[Whispering Feathers]

[bg=043403][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true] Satan waited at the edge of the clearing. He waited for someone to notice him. It was only good manners and respect. Why he respected such a small pack so much, he did not know. Perhaps it was because Old Wolf told him about it? He never mentioned the other packs. And now that the Wolfhound thought about it, Old Wolf never allowed him near those weird structures either. But he had already outgrown his puppy curiousness. Perhaps, one day, he might venture there to explore, but he doubted it very much. Little did he know, he had already been there... Grunting impatiently, he stepped forward to approach the border collie, who was nearest to him. Apparently, he was far too hidden to be noticed. Satan walked over to the collie with tail down and ears forward. He would love to avoid a fight --by being submissive, afterall, who was he?-- but he was cautious. No need to completely render himself harmless. The big brute walked with authority too. It was all in the habit of being a hunter and a warrior. Old Wolf certainly taught him well... but unfortunately, not well enough. Upon reaching the collie, he suddenly noticed the lights swirling around the dog. Subconsciously, he backed away, shocked by the abnormalities he saw. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Out Of Character "Hohoho, might there be something about Satan that is unknown? Stay tuned, for more >:3" Sa tan's Profile | Satan's Diary © Whispering Feathers <3 ~ My Sub-Board | My Other Characters ~

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[╰409╮]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/409/Untitled-6.jpg] One fatal flaw of the brute border collie was lack of real attention to his surroundings when he was in a calm almost drug induced state such as what he was experiencing now. The small ball of light was the only thing he saw, the trees in his background vision were nothing but a blur. His orbs were half closed as he considered what had happened in his life since the explosion. Not much, really. But enough to keep the faces, names and personalities of his encounters twirling around. A heavy breath was allowed in through his maw as it opened as wide as possible, the yawn forming took over his entire body. It was this small lapse in his mind that allowed him to realize he was no longer alone. A quick breath of air released itself after the yawn was complete, scattering the light into a thousand tiny particles that floated down around him in much the same way as the dust had. Lazily, the brute flipped himself over to one side and quickly caught sight of a almost wolf-like canine near him. It took no effort and less time for the smile to whip across his face, it was all genuine. He loved company, especially new ones. Henka was a welcoming place and out of the small group of canines, 409 was surely the first a newcomer would see considering he was the one always on the lookout for new potential members. Although the pack hardly needed a leader at this very moment, things change. Decisions need to be made. There was something brewing on the island that 409 was unsure of, and something he didn't like the smell of. Soon enough, he imagined, whatever it was would come after the clan of peaceful canines. And without a leader, they were sure to be wiped clean of this beautiful world. "Hey. What's up?" was what was offered to this new canine. With eyes still half closed, 409 looked and sounded of the stereotypical marijuana addict. He was far too happy. Far too sociable and far too caring for any normal canine. The Border Collie had already forgotten about his little light show and a quizzical eyebrow was raised at this new brute in response to his own shocked expression.