Just Go - Q U I C K L Y -

[Stalker]

One once banished to the air crawled along the ground, hackles raised and wide brown eyes flicking this way and that way for danger. His wings were not broken, nor was he injured, but the small traveler that shivered under his chest and stumbled on, trying to keep up to his already slow pace was what had made him land. His pastel blue pelt stuck out from the barren and marked land scape like a soar thumb, but his large wings were spread in an attempt to make himself seem bigger, and more dangerous. The small pup between his long, white front feet whimpered gently and looked around, completely terrified. It had only been a few days since the blue wolf had found her and took her in, and she stilled missed her family and friends, and couldn't understand what had happened to her pack, nor, for that fact, what had happened to her. All she knew was that she must keep close to this strangely pelted brute, and keep moving, or she would surly die to the carrion birds that circled above in the darkening sky or the vicious unseen beings that she could occasionally see their eyes watching her and the wolf hungrily, or hear claws clinking along the harsh ground.

Neither didn't even dare talk, the brute knowing just the simplest sound could attract many of the vile creatures that lived on these harsh lands, and the young vixen had lost her voice a few days ago from her dehydration, all she could do, was wheeze and whimper. His large brown eyes looked down at her and saw her trying to move a little slower so her golden hoped earrings didn't clank gently against her green studs, but it was no use for unless they stopped, they would always be accompanying by the small clicking sound until they did have to stop from exhaustion, fatigue, darkness or death.

[shadow]

He looked around, terrified. It was hot hear, and they large black sun burned down into his white coat. He was thirsty, and he looked around, his blue eyes troubled. The pup hadn't a clue as to how he got here, and couldn't hardly even remember who he was. He had woken up a few day ago in this dry land, and though he didn't know who he was, he knew that he had been someone. The ivory wolf's tongue hung limply out of the side of his mouth. He hadn't seen any wolves, and all he really knew was his name. There were strange horned snakes here, their crimson scales glinting as they slithered over to his paws, expecting easy prey. The wolf didn't understand it, but he had strange powers. They weren't Demon Magic, as they felt soft and cool on his skin when he used them. His most often used powers in Demona were a Quick Breeze, Small Pool, and Teleport. The sand was hot on his paws, and he summoned a Small Pool and teleported himself into it, confusing the snake. Then he saw them, a large dark wolf traveling with a another blue and white wolf. He ran towards them, glee making him giddy. These were wolves! He wouldn't be so alone anymore! Yes! He turned his large blue eyes on them.