At the edge of your knife

*Xephyris* · 08-28-2016, 06:25 PM

Continuing his wanderings, glancing down at his paws occasionally to observe the bio luminescent glow of the strange lake and the microscopic creatures dwelling within it, it did take him a few moments to notice the stranger in the dusky atmosphere. However, he knew he had spotted someone, their form just visible on the edge of the lake, looking out his way. Perhaps the wolf had noticed him as well. Curious about anyone he might come across for the time being, he set his course for the lone wolf, his claws etching the ice for a grip on the slippery surface. As he approached the man, some of the features became familiar, and it dawned on him that he knew this wolf from somewhere. Silver, blue-flecked eyes narrowed. But from where did he know this man? Keeping the question floating close at the front of his mind, he dipped his head in greeting when he was within 20 ft. of the wolf.

"Good evening," he rumbled, halting in place with his paws still on the lake's surface, the peculiar blue glow lighting up beneath him, "This lake is something else, isn't it?" As he began with pointless small talk, his eyes were searching over the man's face, noticing the lavender eyes and rusty brown coat. Who was this guy? Why did he seem so familiar? Xeph wondered if the man before him was thinking the same thing, or if it was just in his head. "The name's Xephyris," he offered, wondering if that would do anything to boost the other wolf's memory, if there was anything to be remembered, "And you are?" He wanted a name, curiosity irritating him now.

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