living dangerously
10-10-2016, 03:34 PM
Unfettered by avoidance, Pharos does not rise from his position. He is no more inclined to chase after the scent of one meager wolf than he is to start flying. The gradual sway of the breeze keeps him comfort now, the presence forgotten.
Slow-blinking eyes do not lose their luster in the midst of his lounging. Sharp, honed, pupils continuously scan the foliage and outcrops of various herbs and debris. Meanwhile, a grimace that befits his countenance forms that of a thin line upon the wolf's face. He does not mind the silence, then, and finds his ears picking up on the subtle nuances of the forest.
Maintaining his station, rows of saw-tooth canines continue to shred the bark from the root he had begun to maim. One part apathy one part boredom fuels his actions, those he does little to alleviate the emotions. Toes flexing, the broad curve of his claws dig into the ground in an unceremonious display of his own ability.
Slow-blinking eyes do not lose their luster in the midst of his lounging. Sharp, honed, pupils continuously scan the foliage and outcrops of various herbs and debris. Meanwhile, a grimace that befits his countenance forms that of a thin line upon the wolf's face. He does not mind the silence, then, and finds his ears picking up on the subtle nuances of the forest.
Maintaining his station, rows of saw-tooth canines continue to shred the bark from the root he had begun to maim. One part apathy one part boredom fuels his actions, those he does little to alleviate the emotions. Toes flexing, the broad curve of his claws dig into the ground in an unceremonious display of his own ability.