warship my wreck
12-09-2015, 11:35 AM
It… hurt to think about. A weird kind of hurt. He wasn’t bleeding anywhere, wasn’t cut or bumped. But something in his thoughts hurt, and some part of that elusive hurt slipped down into his gut and twisted and wrenched and hurt there too. It was unfamiliar and strange, and although it was a very dislikeable sensation, he couldn’t really bring himself to feel anything besides that hurt – so he couldn’t hate it.
He just sat and felt it, let it walk all over him - let this uninvited stranger of a feeling torture him like a cat with a mouse. He didn’t notice his company until they spoke, at which point he abruptly looked up and then stood and turned to face the white wolf. ”Huh?” His pale eyes widened, peering at the other through blurry vision for a second before he instinctively dipped his head and rubbed at his eyes with a paw. He looked back up, able to see now. His marred face was a rare picture of calm innocence, forged by the faintest touch of surprise and puzzlement that graced his weathered and angled features. ”Oh,” he swallowed, a small frown forming, ”Cesar’s friend is… gone.” As he explained, he wondered briefly what was the right thing to say. Was Brutus just gone, or had he left him? His frown lingered, trembling once with uncertainty.
Then, in attempt to swallow – devour and scorn – his misery his frown twitched into half of a shaky smile. ”He’s got… love-ly eyes,” he commented, his own unblinking as he stared. This one wasn’t like Harekr. No, he didn’t have two wolves. Harekr had black around one eye, white around the other. That was definitely two, and this was just one wolf. One tall, white wolf. He had black legs, but the imp felt that those didn’t meet the requirements for “a whole ‘nother wolf.” He looked… elegant.
*Cesar's antics can quickly turn from innocent to hostile.