Avoiding the Thought

*Domovei* · (This post was last modified: 04-10-2013, 09:56 PM by Domovei.)

The canine's tongue slithered desperately from his parted jaws, lapping at his dry lips as though they might bring him some relief. Eyelids briefly closed to drape his world in darkness; the brief respite was enough to cause the frantic shaking of his limbs to lessen. However, his gaze was still searching the female wolf desperately, as though searching for something she was might be hiding from him. Emerald green eyes glimmered as the sunlight was cast upon the male as he moved, creeping around her as though he was a predator stalking his prey. But what a strange predator he was, with a dubious stare and with his tail tucked protectively between his legs. The appendage was curled tightly against his belly, his posture strangely nonthreatening, despite the fierce sounds that erupted from the tiny male.

As she inspected him, the expression on his face remained, a sinister smirk that played upon his androgynous features and caused him to look nothing short of a lunatic. A gentle chorus of words bubbled from his hollow chest, a barely audible string of foreign sounds, uttered to no one in particular as his paws carried him around the female. Still he kept his distance; despite his paranoia and the rage that subsequently followed, he was unwilling to put himself in physical danger. A mental scuffle was nearly as satisfying, satiating his desire for chaos and uncertainty. But now he felt different, dehydration setting in and stirring up his mind haphazardly. Though he was accustomed to weakness, to physical subordination, he felt even more helpless than ever. His breathing was labored as he eyed the female with scrutiny, his lips turning slightly downward as his expression turned to one of sudden bemusement.

"Ah, yes, Cassandra..." He mulled over her name for a moment, sounding as though he uttered her name again under his breath. A raspy snarl escaped his throat suddenly, though he cut the sound off almost as soon as it entered existence. "I am Domovei, of the Lentajin pack..." Ought he address himself by telling the girl he was owned by Newt, the Queen of Lentajin? Dizziness overcame him without even a hint of warning, and he found himself swaying dangerously on tired paws. "I am fine, I am alive..." A glare was offered, though he found himself unwittingly staring at the ground, sure he would fall if he did not watch his step. "Though thirst overcomes me... I never knew I could feel so parched..." A normal wolf would question her, ask if she knew of a water source, but Domovei was nothing short of atypical, and he would growl in frustration as his muscles ached and screamed for the liquid life source.

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