.Walking with my head held high.

Pads pressed to the earth in a slow and gentle manner for there was no rush on intruding this land. I could smell the aroma of one but couldn't quite figure whom this figure's stench could belong to. It was a male, that was for sure. I could tell by the aroma that this was true but knew nothing more on the matter. I only could move forward along the landscape to investigate and perhaps bring annoyance to this lupe. Yes, that may be quite amusing at the moment as boredom has been winning over lately. These lands were new, untouched mostly and I was a loner stalking land to land of the darkened realm in search of someone or perhaps something. What? What was I searching for so constantly over the several days I had been wondering here? A love? No, pft love. Such a thought makes me rather ill to say the least. Maybe because I had been in love before and this love turned quite sour one day as I had fled him constantly without notice. I couldn't help it, I couldn't remain in one spot for too long and which is why I ended up here. I was traveling you could say, traveling as I always do. Perhaps that's my flaw, my imbalance within. I can't stand to stay still or halted in one living place for long.

God this is such a drag. Vocals mused audibly as I looked over the land. The male's stench coming cleaer by this point. It seemed one in which I reconized and auditories pricked to their fullest level as I realized whom it belonged to exactly. Black Razor, the love in which I had recently fled and was left by. Labrums twitched as chassis rumbled that of a sotftened growl, stepping forth some more. I then halted, calming myself as well as possible. A few deep breaths were given and taken as haunches curled and rump crashed to the geography of greenery. I had to sit and think this situation over. Had he smelt me or perhaps heard me by this point? I was sure he had. I hadn't been silenced in the least and my aroma must of picked up along the atmosphere's swirling winds, which lashed through the foliage tops.

Thorax rose and dropped downward in that of a sigh as ligaments lifted from the terrain. Cranium shook side to side for a brief moment and then bodice began forward once again with a soft sigh given yet again. It was a usual gesture of mine, I was constantly sighing to show emotions of either contentment or discontentment. And at the moment it was a mixture of the two. Pads pressed lightly into the earthen mounds as embodiment shuffled forward at a slow pace. And then alas came the view of an obsidian painted figure. It was of course Black Razor, feasting upon a deer. Scullery shook once more as I thought that it may be better judgement to turn away now. And yet heart overpowered the mind and physique continued forward.

.but really I'm breaking inside.

Chassis rumbled that of a slight growl as physique came forward enough to catch the lyrics of the male. I regretted coming by this point and wished I had simply turned upon my feet and searched elsewhere for amusement, considering none would be found here. This would be just another verbal quarrel with the male my pounding organ was still devoted too. It was only then that I realized here before me was the infamous Black Razor, the one in which I had known for quite a number of years by this point. Why was he of all wolves out there upon this fertile earth? The inquiry left my cerebrum and poured audibly, Looks as if I have. And why I ask are you here? Visionaries scanned the loam for his mate but spotted nor caught the aroma of any. Perhaps he was a lone wolf as I and yet he claimed land, something I had yet to do considering I hadn't found a plot worth claiming quite yet. But I skipped the thoughts of myself and land ownership for the moment and focused on the brute.

Ah forget it, I care not for your reason as I know you care not for my own. Vocals strolled audibly to the male, Razor. I sighed softly with thorax rising and falling slowly. Haunches curled upon the earthen mounds and rump sat peacefully as if Black Razor and I were on good terms. However, we weren't. Our last meeting had been the ending of what we once had, of the love that once flourished within. But now it felt as if this male hated me, although I had no harsh feelings towards him. He did no wrong to me, I had done all the wrong in the world. With these thougths flaring, tassel wrapped around my folded embodiment and auditories pricked at vertical stances. I had no reason to tense up nor fear this brujo, no I was content where I was.