((Needed to post this now, since I would forget to later and might delete this Intro. in Word! Sorry Rebel. I did not have time to make this Introduction good, my mistake.))

Teal clouds drifted slowly, swollen with rain. Moonlight shifted between the dark clouds, spilling a luminous glow upon the barren soil. The earth was hard and packed tight; vegetation could not be seen for what trees would wish to grow here? The stench of death was all around, thick and menacing it covered the Dead End. Winged creatures sailed from the heavens, angry with talons out stretched and beak parted in a horrible call. Vultures and other various types of birds only land to rip apart of a rotting carcass’s, chasseing away the miniscule maggots that scurry about the decaying flesh.

It has been a week; her odyssey was coming to a close. There was a reason she did not begin at the Red Port, it was boring, no action. She easily could have treaded in that area, here, there was more challenge and more action. A falcon swooped low, nearing the tiny being. Black lips pulled back to present sharpened teeth, an angry growl erupted from her throat and flew past clenched teeth. At this show of displease the bird took flight.

Her pelt was that of pure ebony. Larger then any female pup and almost the same stature as a young male would be. Soft fur, the raven hairs looking slightly untidy. Her movements were slow and precise, strong muscles all ready developed in her youthful physique, they shifted beneath the darkened fur. The tassel is thick and short, the appendage resting behind her hindquarters. Twin ears pricked forward upon her adorable cranium; catching sounds as they waves were caught and thrown into the large ears.
Opticals are wide set, showing in a cold hue of gold although at times swallowing up surrounding colors.

No pupils, she never had any, she never knew why. Kione did not give to much thought about it. Maw is short, as many young pups are. Dark nose positioned at the end of her muzzle, nostrils expanding to suck up all fragrances. Massive paws manipulated the soil underneath, no sound of paw steps produced by this little terror. Skull turned slightly to the left, golden orbs narrowed into slits as the puppy examined the grave site beyond. This was intriguing. Something told her to go, but Kione never listened to her conscious. A grotesque scar crossed her right eye, a deep mahogany and crimson it was colored.

More birds hovered about her wandering form, but she was not wandering any longer, she had a clear destination. The grave. The small wolf leaped onto haunches and let her large paws slashed at a nearby bird. Claws dug deep into the flesh, past the soft feathers. Kione pulled the creature towards death, now pushing the bird onto the earthen flooring. Kione merely stared at it, watching it struggle and flap its annoying wings in protest. A sneer tugged at her lips, pupil-less eyes took on a new glimmer. Kione let a private chuckle escape from her muzzle.

“Did I not growl at you earlier you worthless piece of shit? No, you’re not worthless, for your feeding me and that is a great tribute. Feed the devil, feed the evil. I’ll make it hurt…” She snickered a high pitched voice of a young pup, but the cold and serious tone of a fully grown brute. Her jaws tightened about the tender neck, but not to kill it, she was starting to eat it alive.

Twisting the fragile tendons and breaking the sturdy bones, her muzzle no tainted with the warm scarlet elixir. Kione picked at the prey, but took pause now and then to examine it, to look at what she killed. She liked looking at her prey, to see the dead organs and lifeless muscles. Amusing, and twisted. This was Kione. Blood lust overcame her; she was crazed and ruthless as she tore apart the lifeless beings limbs. Her task was finished, her tongue lapping at the blood that decorated her small snout. She took a step back, watched evilly as the birds landed and neared the carcass.

“Ah, cannibalism, interesting…” She murmured now standing to all four paws, strong legs trekked onward as she neared the fallen trees. This was where she meant to go. This was a evil land, she knew it, but this creature in the grave must be some evil son of a bitch if this gravesite is so cleverly marked. Oh yes, this is where she wanted to go. Light and swift wear her paws over the dirt, scattering tiny particles as she broke into a trot. Ears were pricked to alert, her form low and determined.

Kione now took to a hunched position, as if on a prowl or stalking. She hated such a position. She was an arrogant bitch; she wanted to stand all, proud. This was a clever act though, being low to the ground, who what could really be at the grave? What the hell, she was not much for thinking before acting, although she was extremely intelligent but to hungry and weary to give a damn.

Kione kept this position as she quickly neared one of the fallen tree trunks, soon enough her skull appeared over the fallen log. Twin orbs grew wide, taking in as much as possible at what she saw. This scent of death was fairly new, this provoked her interest. The pup observed the area, then stood and climbed onto one of the fallen trees. So still, so silent. This was what a normal pup would not do, they would be running, curious. No, this cute bitch was unlike them, her posture was to motionless, the machines in her brain turning.

How dead is this wolf? This was defiantly a wolf, this Kione knew. Are there worms eating her flesh, are maggots taking home in her empty sockets? Who is this? Questions, always thinking, but usually to deceive and trick others minds. No, she was actually curious to who this corpse belonged to.

“...the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout, your just a piece of bloody meat, and then you'll be put in a hole six feet deep." Kione finished her little rhyme, remembering it from years past. It seemed proper here, for some odd reason.

…But Kione was always wicked thing, and fucking adorable!

(Note from Sirius, no funky colors please. x _ x)