<font color='#FFFFFF'><font color="white"><font size=0> Walloping in the drinch of ivory speckles frolicked along the coat that was camoflage to the naked eye. If you peered in closely, you could see his dancing forest eyes, nipping around the shackles of ice that formed down the witch branches of a cherry oak tree. Pads were stinging from the winter snow, bitting mercilessly on them. Gentle flurries whirled like a snowboard down a moutain into the unseen slopes of air. Tight constriction thickened the air, making it hard to hear someone from far away. Soundless cracks nippled through the forest, careful not to disturb the masculines auditions, which were currently flicked back in a gluey paste. Tail swirled up like a cinnamon roll, then flicked out uneasily in frustration, teeth tightly clenched together, causing blood to trickle down the side of his lip and stain a four foot trail behind him, like a connect the dot picture. A pearl was embedded in his forehead, tight and shiney, shimmering with its frosty elegence.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>Another form padded ever nearer, difficult to spot against the wintry backdrop. A pale coat made it so, stippled with silver, growing ever darker as it approached the finer points of the canid's face, eventually becoming a pitch black. Such swarthy locks jutted out just above mismatched eyes, dazed and distant as they seemed to float closer. From afar, he appeared to be bearing a heavy load of greyish feathered stuff upon his back.</font>
<font color='#FFFFFF'>Eyebrow muscles knitted tightly above nose cage, as a form was approaching near, but not a sound emitting causing him to drop low in camoflage, dipping paws deep in the snow to hide permanany crimson gashes. Eyes became less dreary, and more alert with apple green, observing that the creature had large plumates stretching out the spinal chord. Tense tongue withered out, slurping the blood like a misquitoleaving a sticky poison of saliva in chaste intentions. Tail dug under the stop flicking it up on his back, that it was no different from the already present flurries. It was odd weather, the ground underneath felt sandy, puzzling greatly. ----- Sorry, forgot log in.</font>
<font color='#A8A8A8'>After continuing his approach a bit more, he suddenly came to a halt, forepaw raised in mid-step. The light glinted on sunglasses, set neatly behind his hair, as his head was raised slowly. Orbs were half-shut and locked in a dreamy state, but they lazily fell upon the stranger, apparently with some effort. As the unique scent of blood reached his nostrils, the pendragon crinkled his muzzle, slightly disgusted. He was hesitant to speak... not even sure that there was really someone there, for he was running on perhaps ten minutes of sleep, obvious from the dark bags under his otherwise captivating eyes. Before he could stop it, a yawn escaped him, but besides that, he didn't move a muscle.</font>
