Last Arrow in My Quiver
11-05-2016, 11:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2016, 11:44 AM by Elias.)
Prey in Auster, just as he expected, had been much healthier than what they'd left behind in Boreas. He was not quite sure why the northern most continent was doing so poorly, having only just arrived here at the turn of summer to autumn, but for curiosity's sake- the beast found his restless limbs moving back up to visit the knolls where he'd had his first hunt in these new lands. He was eager to discover if any changes had been made to the lands now that the season was coming to an end, though he had little hope that it was. He could not deny his fascination with the active volcano that resided to the northeast of the knolls, but he would not force his sister to remain on lands that were not fruitful.
No surprises awaited him here in the knolls with the buffalo, they were still frail and scrawny and hardly holding enough energy to fight with the white wolf that seemed entertained with mildly harassing them as she split the herd. It made him smirk, as he was the one that was usually out playing with his food in the sanctum of his own privacy though he'd managed to catch another doing so, though as he watched he noticed she didn't seem to hold an appetite at all. She was just bored. When she climbed to the peak, he felt as though perhaps his silent observation of her was a bit intrusive. She clearly seemed bothered, a snarl ripping out of her throat toward a silent sky at dusk certainly attested to that. He flicked an ear as his interest seemed to grow; it was always nice to witness a little bit of overrun emotions in strangers. It made him and his family seem a little less.. like a horror tale. They were not the only sufferers in their lifetime, they were not dramatizing their pain, others felt it too. Though, he was assuming an awfully lot from a woman he'd only watched for a few moments.
Heavy paws further embedded the autumn grass, yellowed and dried, into the ground the buffalo seemed to have beaten and broken it into- the giant was moving through in the echo of Mercy's trajectory through the buffalo herd.. though they had already been through this, their annoyance was growing. They bellowed and moved with a bit more animation about them, getting out of the way of the colossus as he calmly waltzed up the throne that the white queen sat upon. A hardly charming grin exposed the red gums and yellowed teeth of his smile beneath his marred lips and snout when he was just a few feet from the wolf as pale as a corpse. She was delightful up close, her own scars earning a glance over from his burning ruby gaze before they stilled on her stare of amethyst.
He would test the waters of her patience, moving to meet her level on the peak she stood upon just inches away from her warmth without saying a word. As if mockingly, he would attempt to brush his tail against her chest if she did not move away from him much like she had done to the buffalo. He recognized the danger of playing with fire, but that was precisely why the brute chose to play- the thrill of him tempting her snapping jaws would certainly cure both of their needs to occupy their minds. "Bored?" Gruff voice, low and holding just a hint of rasp hallowed his vocal chords as he twisted his body around to let his face and chest face her, assuming she'd not already bit the bait that his tail had provided in his little teasing gesture.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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