The male walked into the tangled wood in which his kind as lived for as long as was recorded. The mask which mounted his face revealing nothing but his cold an unyielding eyes.
His harness hugged to his body, pulling flat the fur which happened to be under it. Each time he took a step his dull brown fur would shift over the leather, and then back under again in an unending rhythm.
He'd been coming back from... a mission. His fur was still wet from stopping at the river which split the western planes and the southern desert, cleaning his weapon and accessories of the blood which had painted it. It was cloudy that day, so he was still quite wet, but that was not something that bothered him in particular.
"And so said the child of the night, 'there are bad things in our world, but are there not bad things in yours too?' The spawn of the day then looked cross, an did not answer," he looked to the dusty white helmet strapped to his harness, one that he had achieved from the 'mission' " Taking the silence as confirmation, the child of the night then gawked 'Wow, what a perfect world you must live in.' "
The male shook his head, and snorted, such a simple childs tale holding great meaning such as this.
He rolled his eyes as he came upon a large tapir-looking creature with an open carcass. He stared upon the dead creature and growled a bit, and dropped his head, moving the mask from his face and then touching his nose to the carcass, and then biting into it.
He hadnt eaten in a while, and it was even longer since he'd seen a carcass with meat still on it left lying around.
His harness hugged to his body, pulling flat the fur which happened to be under it. Each time he took a step his dull brown fur would shift over the leather, and then back under again in an unending rhythm.
He'd been coming back from... a mission. His fur was still wet from stopping at the river which split the western planes and the southern desert, cleaning his weapon and accessories of the blood which had painted it. It was cloudy that day, so he was still quite wet, but that was not something that bothered him in particular.
"And so said the child of the night, 'there are bad things in our world, but are there not bad things in yours too?' The spawn of the day then looked cross, an did not answer," he looked to the dusty white helmet strapped to his harness, one that he had achieved from the 'mission' " Taking the silence as confirmation, the child of the night then gawked 'Wow, what a perfect world you must live in.' "
The male shook his head, and snorted, such a simple childs tale holding great meaning such as this.
He rolled his eyes as he came upon a large tapir-looking creature with an open carcass. He stared upon the dead creature and growled a bit, and dropped his head, moving the mask from his face and then touching his nose to the carcass, and then biting into it.
He hadnt eaten in a while, and it was even longer since he'd seen a carcass with meat still on it left lying around.