Post by Severin on Jul 31, 2013 18:51:09 GMT -6
It was dark. It was very dark. The labyrinth had the sour scent of death lingering on it's breath, and the eerie silence that would make one's skin crawl.
However, the wolf remained unfazed by the sinister air of the catacombs. Death meant food, after all. And food was increasingly hard to find in the wild forest she came down from.
Anyone who'd have seen Severin there would have bolted in the other direction, for Severin's looks were as hauntingly evil as the atmosphere.
Although the wolf wasn't evil in her heart. Ill-spirited? Perhaps, yes, but her intentions and actions were far from evil.
The wolf had only a single eye, and that eye was red as freshly shed blood. She was covered in gruesome scars, one of which exposed her bare eye socket. Her left ear was shredded, nearly gone, and her black fur melted into the deepest shadows, so you wouldn't have seen her coming until you tripped over her.
However, the chances of her encountering a human was slim. Few humans even knew about the catacombs snaking under the city, and those that did surrounded them with superstition, claiming they were inhabited with demons, monsters, and devils. Those who knew better had made a few scattered camps throughout the tunnels, but those camps were far and few in between.
Severin would have avoided them anyways. Humans were a nuisance, and it was likely that if she went looking for a human camp, she would find a bullet lodged in her skull, and the meat off her bones smoked and eaten. That was a fate she didn't want.
I'd sooner get ripped apart by the undead than get shot by a human, she thought.
However, the wolf remained unfazed by the sinister air of the catacombs. Death meant food, after all. And food was increasingly hard to find in the wild forest she came down from.
Anyone who'd have seen Severin there would have bolted in the other direction, for Severin's looks were as hauntingly evil as the atmosphere.
Although the wolf wasn't evil in her heart. Ill-spirited? Perhaps, yes, but her intentions and actions were far from evil.
The wolf had only a single eye, and that eye was red as freshly shed blood. She was covered in gruesome scars, one of which exposed her bare eye socket. Her left ear was shredded, nearly gone, and her black fur melted into the deepest shadows, so you wouldn't have seen her coming until you tripped over her.
However, the chances of her encountering a human was slim. Few humans even knew about the catacombs snaking under the city, and those that did surrounded them with superstition, claiming they were inhabited with demons, monsters, and devils. Those who knew better had made a few scattered camps throughout the tunnels, but those camps were far and few in between.
Severin would have avoided them anyways. Humans were a nuisance, and it was likely that if she went looking for a human camp, she would find a bullet lodged in her skull, and the meat off her bones smoked and eaten. That was a fate she didn't want.
I'd sooner get ripped apart by the undead than get shot by a human, she thought.