Time To Change (Soul)

[Little.Goat]

Vengeance watched the group of females giggle and gossip. It was a typical day for him, hang around and watch them drool over him. A creamy brown female approached him, head low with embarrassment. "Hi." She said flirtily, giggling. "Hey." Vengeance replied calmly, glancing at her. "I'm Gail." the she-wolf said, sitting down. "Vengeance." The brute replied, stretching his wings. "Nice tough name for a tough wolf." Gail complemented, and Vengeance smiled. "Thanks. But i gotta go." He said, looking at their disappointed faces. His transparent wings spread, and he took off, leaving the faes in the dust.

(Just gonna call him fang) Fang licked his fur, front paws hanging over the edge of the cliff. His green eyes scanned the landscape, catching every movement. He jumped when a black object streaked by beneath cliff, heading straight for the path the led up to it.

(, but the black thing willbe your female, if that is ok with you)

[Soul Hunter]

The black she-wolf sprinted, streaked beneath the cliff, the fae’s pure amber eyes searched through the oncoming darkness for a place to hide from the pack she was currently running from. Since her packs demise she had become a lone wolf or as some called them Kerlas. She stopped a fair distance away panting and sipping at the water flicking her tail a little. Her name was Prairie, she wasn’t the most girlish of faes but held a secret deep inside her, she couldn’t fly, she couldn’t run the fastest but she controlled the elements.

She sighed and looked to herself in the water and flicked her ears a little “Shesh, why were they so angry, I only asked for a little food” she muttered. She was a bit thinner than other wolves because she no longer had a pack to work with in order to hunt; Moving to a trot back beneath the cliff to search for the scent of freshly dead prey to scavenge from.

(that's fine..great start anyway)