yeah, wolfsbane would say that it had been a delightful morning. keyword: had.
the siamese mix's enchanting silver spectacles unlatched from the darkness that plagued his mind, a dreamy realm vanishing before his very eyes like mist vaporizing within the sun's distinct rays of delicate warmth. the season had officially changed as aspen trees hadn't dropped their leaves yet; though, they were painted orange, reds, and brilliant yellows that struck such colorful capacity. wolfsbane was held within the comfortable bounds of his hotel room where he took on slumber with welcoming arms, the sunrise painted the atmosphere in an enchanting complexion of warm velvety oranges and creamy pinks that spotted the cocoa butter clouds that puffed the blue abyss like whip cream puffs.
the room was cold and as still as death like it awaited just outside his room. waiting. hunting. seeking. he could feel something as if the day was off, as if something was displaced and perhaps it was the very reason that lurked the suspicion man from his quarters like a solder into a war zone. heavy paws were silent, reinforced claws inaudible as they tapped strictly against the rugs that adorned the hotel as if in luxury despite the dust that pillowed upon them. his rug of a tail was held just above the ground as a mass of flesh and muscle propelled the long legged gentleman forward. he didn't feel in control. this was different. he felt hunted. he felt like his power as predator had been demoted and he'd become prey within his very own kingdom.
his ears angled, twitching and quivering at the faintest of sounds before something knocked in the distance and their was soft whispering. foreign speech. twoleg speech. his muscles froze as he stood in place listening and watching as he peeked around the corner where eyes of silver steel fell upon four twolegs each holding off devises within their hands. they were nets. they were quiet and cautious despite how clumsy beings they were. bloodclan was being hunted. he'd stumbled across this before in his travels and any stray new the words: "ANIMAL CONTROL!" wolfsbane roared, ivory incisors bared and tail lashing as a net slammed down beside him before he dodged to the side. they had two options: run or fight.
[anyone is welcome to rp the humans, its a free for all haha]

