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Originally Posted by tinyalienboy
when darkness falls, they emerge. the nightwalkers climb from their darkened caves, two creatures united by their way of life. they hunt in the night, and hide by day. only those who are nocturnal have been able to spot them within their journey. with piercing eyes that will strike your very soul, the nightwalkers will not take anything lightheartedly. they are hunters. they are murderers.
they are wolves.
one of them, a burly male with deep grey fur, was treading alongside his companion when an owl swooped above them. it cawed loudly, a loud hoo echoing in their ears. he dropped into a crouch and growled protectively, not wanting his friend to become hurt. his tail lashed with a quiet rustle of fur, dark green eyes narrowing to slits. the wolf's name— achilles. his ears pivoted to lay flat against his head before he leapt into the air, snapping at the bird.
it screeched a bloodcurdling scream as it escaped his grasp, flying away in fear. achilles fell onto his paws and shook out his fur triumphantly.
"i'll never get old of that," he barked to his companion, eyes bright. his tail now lashed with a sense of victory that he had chased away that blasted owl. it had been terrorizing them for many nights, and now it was finally gone. achilles yipped and padded forwards once again.
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The other, a smaller sized feral, padded beside the dark wolf, his own ears swivelling and alert; just like his eyes. His golden-amber orbs surveying the scenery, he glanced towards his conpanion, before straight ahead. The deafening screech startled him, his ears pinned against his head and he crouched down quickly to prevent the bird from hitting his head. His hackles risen, he watched in surprise at Achilles’ surprising speed. The smaller wolf’s pale grey pelt shone under the light of the moon as he glanced down at the dead owl, expecting to see it twitch. But there was no movement; the bird lay as still as the chilly air that surrounded the two wolves. The owl’s neck was cleanly snapped; a successful kill that Achilles’ would be proud of. The grey wolf, who went by the name of Altair, glanced at the larger wolf in amusement. “Maybe not, but the birds are gettin’ pretty tired of it.” Altair joked lightly, his silvery tail swishing back and worth as he walked, though the fur along his back still stood up, being still a bit surprised by the incident with the owl.