Whisper On The Wind

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| Rhyme |

It was midnight, and the night creatures had taken over the wolves' forest. Though most canines would be sleeping right about now, Sty was up and about. Sometimes it seemed as if there was no real rhyme or reason to his actions... and this was true. But at the same point, he did have his goals.

A firm, chilly breeze ruffled the Eurasian adult's fur as he began to run through the woods. The wind whispered to him; it murmured of change. Indeed, things never stayed constant in Stygian's life. He'd recently joined a strange group that called itself a cult, but would he remain loyal to them? Would they make staying worth the trouble? Now that was a question to ponder.

A mouse darted suddenly across the black beast's path. He trampled it underfoot without a second thought, not even stopping to munch on the kill. He was simply lost in his thoughts until the scent of another wolf broke his concentration. Coming to a halt, Stygian allowed his typical grin to inhabit his muzzle once again.

"What's another little wolf doing out here so late? Come to play, perhaps?"

[Rhyme]

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I wanna hold em like they do in Texas please, Fold em let em hit me raise it baby stay with me, I love it

Silver moon light slashing down on the earth, what a descriptive way to put something so very boring.  I gave a small yawn and stretched my body as I walked, short legs unable to take me too far at once.  I wasn't a night person, how ironic when you considered my many jobs and what they entailed.  I cast my gaze around, the trunks of dead and barren trees blocked away my view, hindering me in an uttermost annoying way.  

Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy I was on this shadow lined night.  I didn't feel an urge to play jokes and pranks, nor did I feel the need to poison those whom were helpless at night.  Really, why did that "cult leader" entrust me with a group's well being?  Not very smart, not smart at all.

I pricked my ears and gave a little sniff.  I smelled something-- someone-- whom I had packed away in brain for safekeeping.  Now was the time to pull it out, piece by piece.  The information of the dog I could smell.  I clicked my tongue lightly and sauntered forwards.  A joker's smile was a trance on my lips.  Stygian.  Sty.  Whatever he pleased to be called, stood tall.  Well, taller than I at least.  "Hello, hello.  Why not welcome me to your show?  Don't be rude or maybe you're just in that mood?"  I snickered lightly, the rhyming of my words ringing true to my name.  "Apologies, for I wish not to speak in rhymes.  Only a joke."

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TAGS: @stygian
NOTES: I had to

Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start, And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart

made by Jasmin

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He could see the other creature now, as it wound its way out of the bushes and into full sight. A snake in the grass - except this snake was white and fluffy.

When Sty had called out to the 'little wolf', he hadn't actually expected this canine to be small. But she was, and laughably so. She reminded him a bit of the snow hare he'd killed several days ago, except Rhyme looked to have an ego enormous enough to compensate for her tiny physical stature.

In the end, he wasn't entirely sure whether to laugh or growl when the Arabian mix sauntered over and spoke, so his muzzle ended up arranging itself into a sort of grimace.

"Now, this isn't a show... and as for your little rhyme game, it'd be best to let it go. However, if you persist, I shall not resist." The large black wolf sat down before continuing.

"Down to the purpose of this meeting; do you plan on giving me a proper greeting? I must admit that it would be terribly boring to chatter aimlessly while the other wolves are snoring..."