[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]He had arrived here because of a dream, and his ebony paws were now silently trudging down the area; his whole form tired and hunched down despite the fact that he had just woken mere hours ago. Not only did he arrive here because of a dream, but it was as if he had arrived like a dream as well; one moment there was nothing but the shadows of the night overhanging the territory, and the next his feathered body materialized to take up that space. Yet it was like he was still in a dream, still a dream himself, for there was little left behind him to indicate that he was ever there; all that was left behind was a loose leaf here and there, and the odd rustle in the underbrush that could easily be mistaken for a small mouse or vole. The mist around him, which was radiating off of his body in waves, also helped in giving the hybrid an eerie dream like appearance. And in this guise the dire wolf moved along, each step calculated and planned seconds before it was even placed, the result being his graceful saunter through the shrouded territory.
He wasn't quite ready to make his presence known, but neither did he plan on leaving. He would stay even if it took him days before he made himself known to the clan that now unknowingly harbored him. He'd never admit to the deed when asked, however. He'd act like he had only then stumbled upon a patrol or idle person. No one needed to know of his presence until it was absolutely necessary. So the canine continued walking, allow his wings to now droop at his sides, not minding the path he left behind due to the fact that in a matter of seconds his elemental powers had covered the trail right up. It was second nature to him. Don't leave a trace of your existence behind. Act like you would in dreams.
Hours passed by quietly as the hybrid continued along his way. Time was of no essence anymore to him, and he expected most to be asleep at this time anyway. Yet the longer he waited, the more he walked... The more impatient he got. The more his paws itched to run along the forest, free of the responsibility of keeping silent and hidden. He longed to join already even as his anti social tendencies screamed at his mind and kept him near the shadows. He wanted to belong again. He couldn't remember when he last did.
The rosy colors of the early dawn started to paint the world in warm colors, illuminating his navy form in saturated golden hues. They lit up his whole form from behind, an almost angelic aura surrounding his otherwise unholy mutated body. But that wasn't to say that he wasn't handsome. He was an abomination, sure, the raven head morphed into his own wolf skull and his spine connected to it's as well. But it gave him a unique and beautiful appearance nevertheless. He was adorned in smooth glossy black feathers which were also tinted gold in the early light. The shadows coming off of him came to a stop, finally ceasing to obscure any last bits of light that were shining onto him. And he waited in the dawn, still as a statue, like he had been placed there in the night as a gift for his new clan.
Only the twitch of his tail and his darting scarlet eyes gave hint at the fact that he was alive, for no other muscle twitched in his frame and no words escaped him, waiting for the odd person or two to notice and address him.