( OPEN LOG | here be giant wolves )

[perdre]

Date & Time: Backdated to the blackout!
Location: Around the city, making his way to the Outlands. Random spots, most of them a little isolated.
Characters: Peter (aka random giant black wolf) and YOU!
Summary: Peter takes advantage of the black out to go around in his wolf form to get some energy and food he needs. This means hunting down critters and eating them raw. Blech. Feel free to run into him and possibly find a friend in a giant black wolf.
Warnings: tba!

He sniffs the ground carefully, head lifting to look up at the sky, try to find stars he can recognize. No such thing; be it the passage of time or the geography has changed their place or simply made constellations unrecognizable. There wasn't much point in using them to guide him anyway - the way to the Outlands and back shouldn't be too hard when he's got several senses to lead the way.

So he makes use of them, padding and occasionally running, always careful not to stir too much attention, good or bad. Wouldn't want anyone using his or her weapon against him just because he gave them an accidental fright, would we...

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[miscreant]

There is at least one creature bordering the Outlands that doesn't quite belong there. Despite that, she doesn't appear to be hiding, or even poised to perform any task in particular. Seviilia sits on a rock in full dreadplate armor, watching ahead of her for anything odd that might catch one of her pupilless, frosty blue eyes.

The blackout hadn't been anything that had troubled the Death Knight. Vision was slightly harder to obtain, but with certain senses enhanced by her undead state, it was hardly anything to get upset over. In fact, she even welcomed it. Everything seemed a touch quieter without the sound of electricity buzzing in one's ear.

Seviilia herself is an intimidating appearance all her own. Though mostly slight in frame, her shoulders show some obvious definition and cast an imposing shadow. The rain that falls upon her armor appears to freeze if it doesn't roll off right away. The hilts of two axes poke over her shoulders, ready to be used should the time call for it.

Her head picks up when she spots movement. A wolf -- though not native to Quel'thalas, she had seen them plenty of times trapsing about the Plaguelands back home. She had also learned that, the majority of the time, they would not attack her before she attacked them. Most living creatures were repelled by the scent of death surrounding her.

Unless they were desperate, of course. Maybe she could have a little fun with this one before it tried to run off.

[perdre]

The scent of death was impossible to ignore. Peter's track was interrupted by it and by the ensuing curiosity, wondering if it was a sign of someone else's destruction or simply a scent that welcomed those who stepped too far into the Outlands. Instead he found a shape, almost human, but clearly beyond (or lesser) than that, eyes glowing in the darkness.

He stopped, though he was not frozen by fear - just wariness.

[miscreant]

Seviilia remained perfectly still upon her rock in a crouch, to the point that if one hadn't seen her head move earlier, they might mistake her for a gargoyle. She doesn't breathe nor blink, nor reach for the axes on her back. Peter may spot her eyes narrowing slightly and, depending on how good his vision is, a slight smirk pull at her lips.

A shadow spell starts on her fingers, glowing purple and igniting a necrotic circle on the ground in front of her. The grass in the area begins to die around it, the soil sizzling and popping with disease. A test -- to see how easily the creature startled. After all, there didn't seem to be many normal fauna around.

"So. Is this where they hide all the wild animals? Out here?"

[perdre]

Cautious steps were taken back, ears lowered, a slight whine trying to push its way out of his throat as he stepped away from her, from the disease she instilled in the nature surrounding her. Was he in danger? If so - could he escape it?

There was no way he could answer her, even if he had any desire to. Not unless she understood an animal's language.