(( Crap, didn't know we started, XP must be what i get for going to bed early and sleeping till 1. Sorry if i say something wrong, its been a while since i watched wolf's rain. And if your still looking for other roles other then a wolf, i would be happy to oblige I would just have to familiarize myself with the roles.
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Kira laid on the old porch beside his master as he read through a fairly current newspaper, not focused on anything else at the moment. The wolf's golden glance was locked on the fading shimmering lights of cars and neon lights ahead of him. It was obvious he was anxious, as his left hind paw thumped lightly against the hard wooden floor. His ears would twitch at any sound of the city he envisioned His master seemed to notice later on and stroked the base of Kira's head, to him he felt as cold and false. A light growl started to surface from his through, but it faded as he watched the man stand up before him.
" I supposed your hungry," His master spoke absent minded " I'm going inside early tonight. If you don't want to starve mutt, you'll come inside before i go to bed."
Kira rose up quickly from his lazy position and trailed the man in the house instantly. It wasn't the thought of food that made him so eager. Why would it be? All the guy did was basically slap some raw meat on the floor for him. It was more about how he could roam free without worry for a brief moment and get away from the dreadful fumes of death that lingered in his master's house. But most importantly, he could find what was drawing him closer and closer with each waking day.
The young wolf halted and sat down, tilting his head watching the man scramble around last minute for things as usual. He could feel all the beheaded wolf 'trophies' glare directly at him, feeling an uncomfortable chill rise up his spine. As he tried to imagine they weren't there, the man set down a measly plate of raw meat and walked quick paced to his room in the back. That's strange, Kira thought. He usually gives me a few more insults before hes satisfied in going to bed. Well, not my problem i suppose.
He picked up the plate of raw meat by the edge in his jaws and carried it as he strode forth towards the front door. Cleverly, he had made sure he left the door a smudge open so he wouldn't have to use the back exit, or the scenic route he called it. Without any hesitation, he threw the plate off the porch into the grass heaps surrounding the manor and leaped off the porch towards the lights he saw earlier. He charged faster into the city limits, determined to find what was calling to him finally on this night.