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[atrb=background,http://i312.photobucket.com/albums/ll347/MissJane_08/Wolf%20Charries/thantos-middle.png] This is where he was born. Not this specific area, not these specific beaches in which he walked through. No, but within the Realm of Fae. This was where he and his sister came to be the spawn of blood and chaos. So they liked to think, at least. For the longest time they have held a grudge against nearly any other wolf for no clear reason. For the longest time they had been at each others side. A bond that couldn't be closer, they we're the same blood. They're family was notorious for their inbred history, along with the fact they seemed to missing a few wires within their heads. Aggressive and violent wolves the Thanatos clan was, yet Graverobber and Nemesis was all that was left, for what he knew at least. Dainty black paws sunk into the soft beaches' sand. The feeling of the tiny pebbles and rocks filtering between his toes. It was a reassuring feeling, something about the beach intrigued him. A constant smell of the ocean's spray of salt and fish. It was mid-evening, the sun was beginning to set. Letting the moon take its reign over the world once more. It'd be the prime time of these lands, allowing the lingering and patient demons also take their reign over the land. Yes, it was the prefer ed time of he and his beloved sister, Nemesis. As their cat-like eyes roamed the lands with a cocky attitude, as if it was they're own. Surely enough, Graverobber walked with ease. His thin and tall frame creating a shadow that stalked the tree line to his right. The shadows of his mane and tall appeared like spikes, hugging against the sides of the tree's. To his left was eased waves trying to grasp the land and pull in, only to be drifted back out. Graverobber let his eyes linger toward the waves as the withered body of a jellyfish washed up beside him. It's long and poisonous legs we're overlapping it, as if it was wrapped up in itself. Grave stared at it for a moment, intrigued. Inching closer toward it, lowering his nose to observe it. A odd grin grew among his features. It was so strange and odd to him with its pink transparent flesh and visible stingers. Yet it appeared to have no eyes. "It's bloody blind." He wanted to add Nemesis' name to end of that sentence, as if he was telling her. As if he wished for her presence, but she was simply not around, probably back at their den. He frowned and decided he didn't want to wander anymore, his unneeded desires had lifted so he wished to return to his sister. But perhaps he'd take it back to, as a gift. He smirked and made a motion to pick up the jelly within his mouth. ooc; fail start post, in a weird mood rofl. For Darkmoon! <3

[Darkmoon]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/33yhno1.png] The moon was finally casting its glow over the land. Perfect. This was what she was waiting for. She hated the day time, and for the most part Redemption could not be found during the day. She was nocturnal, preferring the night. She could rest during the day, hide away in some cave, and be in the dark, in peace. Smirking, she stalked through the land. Her black pelt blending in well with the shadows. While her electric blue markings made her stand out. Such contrast. Sharp, blue eyes scanned the area. The ocean was calm, it's waves lapping at the sand like a hunger burned within the waters depths. Head lowered, she stalked out of hiding and onto the open sand of the beach. Nothing but the sound of the waves and her own paws padding against the earth. However it wasn't long until the scent of another was mixed in with the salty air. Ears pulled forward, her head cocked to the side. She was brand new to these lands. A face never seen by the wolves that lingered here. And her sister, but she had no idea where her little punching bag had run off to. It was odd being without her sister, Runa was always glued to her side. She was shy, and quiet. Only because of Red constantly beating on her though. She grinned at the thought, she deserved it. Maybe she wouldn't be so pathetic eventually. It was unlikely though. Moving up the stranger, she watched as he reached for the jelly fish. "Mmm, do you enjoy the sensation of being stung? I prefer inflicting pain on others personally. But that's just me." she told him with a smirk. Tail swayed gently behind her.