The Hunger Games..(OPEN)

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As day breaks, sounds came from rustling rolling neetles that pounced across the desert landscape. Wind sliced across the wolf's black as the dead of night, face. As his muscles shifted when he took a step into the sand. Large black wings tucked into his back, the silver lining on the feather's edges. Soon growing tired of walking, his wings stretched out 7 inches, he was lifted off the ground, his wings gathering wind beneath them. Then suddenly he released the grip, bolting up into the air. The current of the breeze carryied him through the sky, his jet black body drifted.
Gathering wind beneath him again, before he let go and shot off through some clouds like a bullet splitting through someones heart. He burst out of the clouds and rode the current. The arch of his head tucked into the crest of his chest. Only moments past when a sharp scent raffled his nose. Sharpened pointed daggers unsheathed themselves, claws like dragon fangs extended. His muscles rippled beneath his coat, raven black fur began to rise with the heat making him look twice his size. Pinned ears were lost in a black pool of bristling fur. Eyes were blazing with hunger. " The Hunger Games is on.." He said, leaning to one side as he glinded sideways down the towards land. Roughly bursting through trees, then landing sharply into a river of crystal water. He snorted, shaking his fur. His wings flicked up in the air, water flying up out of the feathers, as they tucked back into the arch of his back, almost like clicking back into place. Appcolpsye stalked through the forest, the two purple horns that stuck up out of his head glowed an eerie flame around it, as well as his paws. Burning the grass, and soil when he set foot one pace after another. He stalked through the darkness, which is where most of his power is the strongest.
Appcolpsye sneered in sheer disgust at a buck grazing. He let out a loud growl of rage and felt his whole body begin to go through a trance, he felt his paws pick up his pace and he was soon upon the Buck, crashing it to the ground. It let out a battle cry, before it could call out for help Gravity sliced its neck open and clawed open its stomach. Blood oozing out of its neck. Appcolpsye lay down to feast upon the lifeless animal, tearing out its windpipe.
As morning came, Appcolpsye was the first to awake. He sat up, listening to the sounds around him. Trying to adjust his eyes to the bright light. Turning his head to hear a shuffling noise, he seen a rabbit leaping quickly across the Earth surface. Blinking sleep away, he yawned stretching out his front paws. Claws extended, sounds of screeching came from the rocky surface as Appcolpsye's claws scrapped the Earth. His rump flew up into the air, then he clawed himself forward to stand up straight, his spine crackling as he did so. Sighing with relief, the male lurked out of the shadows, and into the sunlight. His eyes blinking from the brightness, soon adjusting to the morning sun.
Taking flight once more, he rode the current, wings stretched out to its point. The crest of his chest, where his massive head tucked in. His ears pricked forward to their point, and his electrifying purple eyes scanned the terrian below him. Flapping his wings once, twice, now three times before bolting up into the sky, making a torando with wind that he created. Then stopped, twisting in mid-air to fly straight through the breeze current once more.