Post by Amaroq on Jun 18, 2007 0:43:11 GMT -5
There was a rustling of leaves and a few loud snapping sounds before two golden eyes became visibal. Although the eyes belonged to a more keen, savage killer, the orbs were full of a knowledge so vast that no other creature could possibly comprehend. Stepping out of the thick undergrowth, Snuffles glanced around quickly, making sure that it was safe. A small breeze picked up, its icy fingers winding their way through his thick black pelt. In an instant, the wind felt cool flesh beneath its torturous touch as Snuffles, the pure black wolf, had once again transformed into Sirius Black, an animagus. Just like Snuffles pelt, Sirius's hair was also pitch black and disheveled as it curled almost instinctively against his tense shoulders. He was wearing the clothes that he had been last seen in, the same exact clothes that was seen on all of the 'wanted' posters; the azkaban uniform. Ignoring the harsh weather on his cut and bleeding skin, he continued walking. He had escaped the torture of confinement and he was never looking back.