Vibrant, malignant, purple eyes flash open, and the black beast stirs from the depth of the cave. It was not a deep one, but it never sees light, and that is enough for him...<br/>He stirs now, and rises from his rest, white teeth flash as he snaps his teeth together, letting his black, forked tongue flicker over his pointed fangs, his eyes darting about his smallish space, seeing nothing there but the inanimate shadows. He can feel the dark coming down now, night is drawn in and that is the time of Shadows. He lets out a low and vibrating laugh that thumps in the chest, loving the feel of this time of day. It is their time of day.<br/><br/>Stepping forward he stands upon the lip of the small cave and looks down his deeply scared muzzle below for his kin, his pack of RevelitSixt. Built thick of leg and shaggy of mane he looks to withstand time as it presses over him. Head high then thrown back higher he lets out a howl that resonates. It's sound is wild, and while lupine speaks of the demon inside, giving it this edge that sets the hair on the back of a human neck on end. Undulating note coming to an end he looks at the branches around him, great thick red wood trees, leaves just starting to turn golden and red at the edges.<br/>Riamost Trekist loves this season, the death of the earth fascinates him to no end. As long as he has been alive, seeing the turn of the seasons he is amazed how it always is a little bit different. He spies one of his own, slinking along at the cliff face.<br/><br/>Seven foot long wings spread to either side of him, the right missing it's thumb from a fight long ago, the same which gave him the distinct three track scar across his muzzle, burned in the middle, making it twisted. Little hair grew on this scar...it was the poison, and the fire that broke it, which caused this. His black skin had healed, and it was a fine scar to bare. Leaping, he hissed as he dropped and landed solidly on his paws. The other he had seen was gone, run off for some reason, and Riamost felt not like dealing with it now. He did want company, but only those who chose to give it to him.<br/>His interest was piqued though, as to why, and greed won him out. Wings folding closed along his sin black sides he starts an easy walk after where the other had gone before. He let little mews rise from his throat. For a time, Riamost Trekist, Alpha of the RevelitSixt Clan, is in a wonderful mood.