Mikhail Bakunin

A set of long legs and a relatively tall frame made the snow a little less daunting as Mikhail trekked through it to get from his front door to the small, fenced-in lot at the side of his home where he kept two of his dairy cattle. A modest amount of graying brown hair was hardly enough to keep the man's head warm in the cold pre-spring day, not that the fellow seemed to care - a heavy, gray carhartt outfit kept him warm enough, and an old but sturdy pair of brown boots fended off the snow. In a few weeks, the whether would be tipping towards warmer days, and shortly after that... the blasted snow would hopefully be gone, and let him get back to planting his annual vegetable garden.

Mikhail didn't bother to wear the usual patch over his missing eye, seeing no point in doing that when he lived way out in the boonies anyway, and scarcely had any dreaded visitors; unless the local wildlife could be considered as such. And they were treated just the same as any person; they got a 'friendly' warning shot fired near them, if they were lucky enough to receive such a courtesy. Looking about the yard intently as he always did, always on alert, the man continued towards the lot where he would put out a new bale of hay for the few livestock there.

Demon Eyes Kyo

Ah the peaceful sounds of nature. The sound of the birds returning from their spring flings, landing gently on the snow covered branches and then rustling their cute little feathers. The sounds of the squirrels running a mock in the snow.. the smell of that pure snow too... arrgh forget it.. i hate it. I hate it all. Damned spring, it was coming all too soon, i could feel it in my large structure. Mmmm I can smell their blood, hear it racing beneath their happy little feathers and fluffy little tales.

I was sprawled atop a spread of hay, it was the biggest, driest thing I could find around here, after all when you are a wolf with a body the size of a small bear, there really aren't many places to lie down and stay warm. Unfortunately, it was the one basked in the most sunlight. I had to chose the biggest one, for, I could not possibly fit myself in any way on one of your standard sized boulders, I'm just too big, heck I barely fit on this thing, my hind paw pads are brushing against the sickeningly soft dirt. And my maw is on the opposite side and nearly touching the disgusting stuff as well. I knew it was an idiotic idea to lay myself so blatantly on some humans property, and i would be shot at least once, but i knew my place as well, and how to grovel like a damn puppy when needed.

My bloodshot, amber red auds stare blankly out into the liquid clear light of day and then into the reflection on the side of a nearby buckit, glaring with hot bloodlust at the now sunlit creature looming behind them. All I could think about lately was blood... and pain.. god I'm messed up HAHA. the grumble of a deep, chocolaty laugh escaped from my throat as a smirk spread, barely visible across my ebony maw. My ears knew there was life around, but I didn't care I could take a beating after all, it was the matter of what happened afterwards that would count.

Mikhail Bakunin

It had been some time since he'd seen Kyo, so much time in fact that he'd assumed the canine had either gotten killed by the local wildlife, or possibly integrated in amongst them. He knew the Valley certainly had its fair share of feral dogs and wolf hybrids as it was. Either way, Mikhail was not expecting to see the behemoth of a dog laying across one of his haybales when he turned the corner to fetch the first bale. The tall man paused for just a second or two, getting a bad vibe as his single, dark eye landed on Kyo - something about the beast sent a warning flag raising in his head, and the hair along his neck prickling up in a most uncomfortable sensation. Not foolish enough to ignore these warnings, the man's hand fell down to one of the deep pockets on his carhart, where he'd placed the pistol that he almost always had on his being.

"Move, go on." After only a second or two of a pause, Mikhail started forward again with authority in his voice and dominance in his stride. He was the boss around here, and when he said 'move', he expected Kyo to jump off the bale and get out of the way. Of course, he kept it in mind that Kyo may very well refuse to do any such thing, and judging by the look in the canine's eyes, Mikhail was prepared to use his gun should the dog attack.

Demon Eyes Kyo

I hear the footsteps long before the human even reached the structure of which I had been lounging uncomfortably on. However, to my dismay and perhaps because I really am getting to fuckin rusty the large enough man rounded the corner 6 steps too soon. My reaction was not immediate due to confused shock at my horrible mistake. But I, regrettably, found my self locking up and then reacting with the freakish yet controlled animosity of my veins. My extremely defined muscular self tensed instantaneously as if in response to the sound of the mans voice. I rose from my front end first, rippling my intense, very visibly pointed shoulder blades and pushed my self silkily from the short bales. In the same fluid motion I turned my front to face the guy, ears flat on my head, bloodshot, fiery eyes wide and gaunt leather lips curled up in a wide, vestigial grin at the man letting a low warning snarl lather in my throat. I did not move my upper half as I then moved the hind of my body to stand strong behind me. MY full height reined, 42" nearly three feet in height.

For some reason this man looked familiar, like I had known him before in some life. Distinctively I relinquished the height of my tail, letting it hang limp between my hind paws.

Mikhail Bakunin

He'd half-expected this sort of response from the beastly tyrant, and given how endowed Kyo was with natural strength and a sizable frame that would make most other canines think twice before tangling with him, it wasn't surprising that the wolf was gutsy enough to stand his ground and snarl at him. However, Mikhail was no pushover himself, and where a smarter man might have wisely begun to back off and give the foul-tempered animal some space, this man narrowed his good eye and raised his voice, "I said move." Of course, the Russian man wasn't so foolish as to continue walking towards Kyo and expect the wolf to actually heed his commands. Before he dared to take a step closer, he pulled the pistol out and cocked the hammer back, ready to make quick use of it if this canine wanted to prove that his snarls and planed back ears were no buff.