forsake me not
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I have come for you tonight... So she took notice of him, wonderful. Her words bounced off the marble once the wind shifted, bringing his scent to her. Forsaken traveled down the wash claws barely making a sound as he walked carefully, ears perked forward and golden eyes scanning ahead. He was alert, just in case she had decided to leave the wash to try and ambush him. But no, he saw her there and a small grin spread across his lips. The brute tipped his head, words clear as he spoke to her.
“Yes, my goal was indeed to hunt for you.” She bore the scent of a pack, the posture of a leader... Forsaken lifted his head to gaze at her. He was analyzing her, taking in what information he could with his sense of sight and smell. “I’ve been looking for some wolves who might prove... Helpful to my own goals. Not that I’d expect their help for free of course.” He’d jump right to the point, letting out a soft chuckle.
“Forgive me if I’m being too forward. I’ve found it best to make intentions known from the get go.” His golden eyes shown with a mysterious light, a sense of instability. Forsaken was a complex wolf, broken but still able to function. He worked to serve his own means and, in the end, could the brute really be trusted? Generally not. But Forsaken wasn’t necessarily a fool either. He knew better than to cross a pack wolf the wrong way, particularly one who looked as though she held a good rank.
Then, realizing he’d forgotten something most important he tipped his head again. Better play the part of a good boy for now. “Right... Manners. Would you like my name?”
Look in my eyes and take my hand... Give yourself up to me! |