no reflection

N/A · 06-21-2013, 09:48 PM

His frail body shuddered, and he would crouch lower, his feet pressing against his stomach in an uncomfortably folded position. He had just begun to notice the chill the rain had leeched into his pelt, and it had slipped all the way past his fur to grasp his flesh. A soft, shaky breath tumbled from his unhinged jaws, his tongue quivering. The creature?s flitting, pale gaze shifted back to the older wolf, his ears snaring the question. ?Caesar does not like it. It?s going to hurt him. Nobody should like it.? It was loud and sudden. He was never ready for the splitting noises, and they sounded so close? It was like the clouds were readying themselves to break away from the sky and fall, like boulders, from the heavens upon the innocent creatures of the land. Caesar could not take the anticipation and anxiety. Nothing ever did fall, but that didn?t mean nothing would when he wasn?t suspecting it.

The stranger spoke again, his voice so calm. It was nearly soothing ? a stark contrast to the dying storm. As the information was pulled in, the imp glanced about suspiciously. Was it the truth? Was the storm really going? It seemed to be? ?Good. It should never bother Caesar,? he stated sharply, mildly cross with the weather. He remained wary, but let his soggy hackles lay flat once more, and like an old piece of machinery, he straightened himself shakily to a stand. Even standing, he was dwarfed by the other, and the way his wet fur plastered to his bony body only made him look more pathetic. Ribs pressed visible ridges into each side, and his body pinched inward harshly just before his hips. He was clearly in bad health, though his mood and energy would never tell.

Another rickety breath was drawn into lungs, in mild attempt to calm the nerves that still buzzed. He glanced left and right, and then stood still. He could feel and hear it. The raindrops began to lessen, on their way to a complete halt. The heathen?s heart began to slow down to a more normal pace as he decided that he was safe for now. In attempt to relax his still tense muscles, he would stretch out a bit, his forelegs reaching forward to grant him the gratifying, straining sensation. Standing again, more at ease, his narrow muzzle would flick over towards the bigger wolf. ?Does Deteste not have a home? That is why he does not hide?? Caesar questioned, staring intently at the other. Every sensible creature would be hiding in their homes during the storm if they had one, he was sure.

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