Gentle winds breathed across the earth; a thin stream of cool gale brushing across a well-toned body. Tendrils of untainted fur wisped softly amid the cold breeze, however no chill nor shiver was sent down his ridged spine. The large arctic wolf remained in a sitting position, poise not shifting, that of a well refined gentleman.
However, he knew he could never actually pull off that facade with success. However, he did wonder, from time to time.
Black lips twitched slightly, before drawing up in a small grin. The bridge of his muzzle wrinkled with slight unease, but nothing short of a look of content was plastered upon his visage. Muscles rippled as he shifted slightly, as if trying to make up his mind on what to do. Thoughts raced through his mind - however with much contrast to that, his powdery form remained unmoving. Until his tail flicked to the side, and eventually posterior ascended as he rose to all fours again. Skull tossed from side to side, surveying the land around him - nothing exciting, perhaps a few trees here and there, made lurid by ominous shadows in between. Predatory gaze held a electroluminescent glow it seemed, of vicious cyan and cerulean. Such a peculiar sight, yet when matched with his unblemished body - save for the few scars here and there that added to his roguish appearance - he was quite handsome. No, he was more than just 'quite'. Envy was a strikingly good-looking monster. Why a monster, you ask? That question could not be answered; simply pondered. He would never tell, after all. It was his own secret. What you could know, was his name - Envy, the White Monster.
However, he knew he could never actually pull off that facade with success. However, he did wonder, from time to time.
Black lips twitched slightly, before drawing up in a small grin. The bridge of his muzzle wrinkled with slight unease, but nothing short of a look of content was plastered upon his visage. Muscles rippled as he shifted slightly, as if trying to make up his mind on what to do. Thoughts raced through his mind - however with much contrast to that, his powdery form remained unmoving. Until his tail flicked to the side, and eventually posterior ascended as he rose to all fours again. Skull tossed from side to side, surveying the land around him - nothing exciting, perhaps a few trees here and there, made lurid by ominous shadows in between. Predatory gaze held a electroluminescent glow it seemed, of vicious cyan and cerulean. Such a peculiar sight, yet when matched with his unblemished body - save for the few scars here and there that added to his roguish appearance - he was quite handsome. No, he was more than just 'quite'. Envy was a strikingly good-looking monster. Why a monster, you ask? That question could not be answered; simply pondered. He would never tell, after all. It was his own secret. What you could know, was his name - Envy, the White Monster.
