(Really quick this is kinda a story for a new forum i am thinking about making...this is kinda to see what people think of it,give it to me straight pleas~)
Hard maroon paws hit the ground like giant boulders breaking off from the face of a mountain, the golden plains gliding along his side, caressing his dark fur with it's golden blade. The sun low in the sky bled evening light, red and bright. Piercing crimson eyes looked ahead, as the boiling mass hid itself behind the far off mountains. Soon the moon would be up and the sky would be illuminated by the fat white seed and it's helper stars. The boy snorted pausing for a moment to let out a yawn and perk his ears. Nothing, there was never anything at this time of day. Wolves were either running home to get inside their dens or out patrolling some unknown part of the land. Only monsters swallowed this land. At night they were the most powerful.
They were everything.
The powerful elite, the hammer of turn in times when you thought nothing was wrong. Large paws paused at the entrance of the river. Many of times he had been her before, snorting and huffing. Saving the pursued dead, watching monsters dance, and the oh-so wonderful house gathering with jealous nympho bitches. He'd come back to this place, this very place for only one purpose tonight. To watch a blood bath, he'd call upon the monsters and watch them arise as he waited for them by the river side.
A call of death.
The young leader would call upon these new creatures, and watched as blackened hands rose from all space. Long claws would dig into the ground, scratching and creasing the earth. "Uchihas,I ask that you awaken and hear what I have to say.We have another spy among our ranks.The family has been compromised. " With a tilt of his head, Halcón would release a long and loud howl. The sound bouncing from tree to rock and up into the air were it could echo all it liked. The moon, it would be rising and the games would begin. Testing them on their fighting, he'd promote the most competent.
Monsters.
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The evening sky was tainted with a guillotine motion of navy blue thrusting down on reddened horizon. The stars applauded the promised deaths that would partake on the riverside tonight. Thunder rumbled beneath the background while clouds drifted hazily combating the moonlight for dominance in the sky. Rain was an imminent element, the perfect tool to run the wasted blood back into the land. Konaha’s ex-ANBU Captian walked slowly to the battlegrounds chosen by his nephew, questioning the choice of the river, but trusting his judgment all in one swoop of his thoughts. He was not unlike the young leader, a chosen Uchiha that decided which warriors died in battle and then after preyed for their souls as he delivered them onto the afterlife. However, the old raven was not an angel of death, that was the leader, and he would help the young Uchiha to train their warriors so that none of their own had to be slain.
Itachi is a perplexing male. He has large paws that make it tricky to be agile and sleek. But he has mastered his weaknesses of a heavyset body and approached Halcon without even a rustle of sound. He towered above him casting dark shadows across his young face; he tipped her muzzle high into the air and stood tall without motion. His tail curved upwards and laid against his back, he waited for the telltale signs of submissive were given because he was overdo. And then he would move on, if no submission was given she would beat him down in front of all of the prospective warriors, he may be in command of them, but he was in command of all the remaining Uchihas, including him
