T.he L.oner

[Ephah]

[red]_{He treaded deeply into the meadow, stopping in the median. His ivories were snugly tucked away as he sniffed the area. He chuckled to himself, knowing no one would challenge him and win. His talons dug deep into the earth as his icy orbits pierced through every thing that looked into his optics, making them suffer deeply. He stood still, watching as a butterfly flew past his muzzle. He blew his cold, icy breath and the butterfly fell to the ground, it's bodice now made of stone as he laughed evilly. He would never belong to any pack, or have a mate. He forbidded it.[/red]}