Here come the drums
09-18-2015, 09:28 PM
There was blood in the throes of the sunset and the taste of change in the vigorous wind. It left a pleasurable sense of urgency in the beast, for he knew the sensations of chaos when he found them. He had left Fyre a land over as the Ancora descendant stalked his prey further then he had intended. His desires had originated from his stomach in this instance, but the second a scent was caught on the wind it would become something entirely different and all too familiar driving him onward. A wicked grin curved his lips in an unpleasant snarl as he raised his head to the wind and closed his eyes, taking in the perfect aroma of a bitch in heat. He continued his silent movements after that, he still stalked his prey, even if it was of a different ilk. The scent led him to a small stream that ran through the territory, and the perfection of his timing would be illustrated as the object of his attention moved herself into the body of water.he watched from the bushes as the woman slid surely and easily into the liquid. There was a nobility in her movements that piked his curiosity, something that spoke of a lineage he had not expected from a wolf with no borders. For a third time his intentions changed, he would not terrorize this wolf, well, not yet at least, first he would learn from her. He moved from behind the shrubbery with deliberate movements, hiding the subterfuge in a heartbeat. His movements assured and proud, the grin upon his muzzle was boyish, with an impish quality. He looked for all the world like a proud stallion, aware of his worth and lineage, yet not... too proud, there was a quality of a trouble maker in him of one not afraid to get into a little trouble and have some fun. He slipped into the facade so easily, after all there was so much of his true self already there in the disguise. After all, wasn't that essential ingredient of every lie? A hint of truth. “I've seen plenty of rogues in my time” he said conversationally as he brought himself to the edge of land, his reflection rippling in the gentle waves and among the colors of the bloody sunset. “But I dare say you don't look like one” he continued, the impish touch in his tones brought a life to luminescent green orbs. "Talk" "You" Think |
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