...I am lost....but we are all lost in here, arent we..... -- Evil wolf forum

The silver beast stood beside the crystalline lagoon that the innovative tribulations called their abode, surveying all with a fastidious concentration. It was diplomatic, enough; substantial, verdant trees acting as a resonance barrier around the luxuriant, hunter clearing. It was unlike the customary evil, uninhabited landscape. It infatuated a certain dank nature; the think mist setting a labyrinth ambiance over the environs. The King stood beside the lake, under the overhang of his protective den of which he would one day host healthy, thriving pups. And a beautiful mate. Shaking his head solemnly, he quickly dismissed the idea�a family comes later; there are more serious matters at hand for one to be concerned with. Commitments were not something that he was fond of, not at all�.a mate was the least of a priority, currently. It is not as if the male could not earn one, however, far from it. He was lustrous and brawny, a sleek, silver hide extended firmly over relentlessly tensed muscles. His eyes were a gleaming sapphire, which contradicted his sinister temperament. But yet, the arctic, vigilant tint of his eyes seemed to bring out a vigorous side which can be seen unfathomable in the azure pools. His jowl and mug were sound and intelligent, and his stance ever ready. Idealistic; maybe not. But lean, and a worthy opponent for any. His personality was shrewd, at first meet; and he glowered as he watched the preceding canines he had previously met, knowing their opinions of him were already that of a authority hungry superior. It was completely contradicting to is idealistic nature; one of the pack. An equal. He began to pace, leisurely and unobserved, broad, supple paws parting an ever-deepening tail as he crammed down the terrain with each mighty tread. Slowly, he turned, meandering into the depths of a strapping, boulder cavern. It wasn�t perhaps the most articulate place, but it was desiccated, humid, expedient. Rotating three times, muzzle piercing decisively towards the west, the wolf laid just beneath the niche and lowered one ghost white eyelid, scrutinizing the others with slapdash awareness as he misplaced himself in contemplation.