Armageddon was a noble sight, having a sleek pelt and lithe body. His antlers were broad and long, his tail the tail of a lion. He was seeking a person-no, thing-that was called a wolf. Her name was Sark. And why would a deer want to see a wolf? He was hoping the animal could help him kill a certain deer. Fao. Fao was the one he was going to kill. Armageddon felt his pistol strapped to his side. He reached into his bear-skin pouch and pulled out the ragged knife he'd used to kill millions of beasts-demons, bears, lions, foxes, owls, dragons...anything. He had aliased the knife 'Swiftkiller', but the deaths he caused were usually slow and painful. His gun was called the Bloody Repeater, because he repeated the same tactic to kill. He would run up on an enemy, leap, and stun them with a blow with the hilt of the machete knife SwiftKiller, then shoot. You see, the gun's bullet had a pocket of corrosive acid that burst on contact, corroding you from the inside out. Scary? In the longrun, those were his most vicious weapons. He approached Sark's jet-black stone den. "Yoo-hoo? Anyone home?" He barked with laughter as Sark rolled her eyes. "No, only me!" she gruffly replied, and gestured him in. "You break your machete, Big Boy?" she inquired. Sark always asked that when he visited, her being a weapon specialist, she could fix it. Or give me ideas to kill Fao. Armageddon thought evilly. "Could you help me kill someone," he rasped, "With the right pay?" Sark was different from most wolves. She had one blue eye, and a skittery green one. The green eye would scare most people. It flicked around in her head. Flick, Flick, Flick. Sark blinked, "Certainly," she grinned smugly, a white scar carved into her face from her nose, over the green eye looked suddenly red. "Certainly."

WIP! WILL BE FINISHED LATER! C: