Ebony tattered wings beat against the dingy air, dirt spreading as he landed against the cracked terrain. Claws sank into the wasteland soil, planting his form firmly to the ground. In the smog ridden environment, his midnight pelt shone, sparks flying up from tail and pillars. Silver orbs glared around the territory, wondering who would show up when he called. His massive bodice radiated dominance, and he wasn't afraid to show it to anyone. Raising his skull, he let out a long spine chilling howl, rising in pitch and then lowering itself to a low growl. Harks laid flat against his skull in threat.
"Come to me, wolves of Danger Gully," he yelled at the top of his lungs, his vocals portraying the true sounds of hell. Today would be both a victorious day and one of defeat. No one gave him his power - he just took, not letting anyone take from him. Padding the ground, he waited for them to come, one by one. Some would challenge his rule over the wolves, and others would accept their subordination. Those who were as attracted to power would be just below him, perhaps as a beta or gamma. Everyone played the part in his pack - they would fight and dispose of all the others that threatened their perfect Utopian society. "Come and challenge me to be the Alpha!" he screamed, flicking his muzzle to the sky.
"I am Shyam," he growled to any approaching wolves, flicking his sparking tail and looking at them all with his silver glowing orbs. There would be one - there would at least be one to come to the challenge, the poison wolf. Poison did nothing, though. It was hatred fueled by fire that got results. The horses had the main control over this land, but he wanted to establish one gigantic wolf pack. Shyam would fight any brute, he would kill anyone. He was so excellent, he had even stolen the goddess of love! All wolves would bow down to him.