Gilded Lion
12-07-2016, 05:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-07-2016, 06:02 PM by Arborick.)
Bring me that horizon. Sensations of warmth roused him into somewhat of a trance, though his focal point remained the girl at rest before his own basking anatomy. Air exchanged in a widespread yawn, his blunt jaws unhinging, injured lips drawn up, blackened gums glistened in the sunlight - it was all with a degree of haste to not appear rude, though he was certain the lull of morning evoked mutual feelings. She was surmised to be the first of many he would encounter. Not a bad start, her kindness was obvious, rivaling his own mannerisms, which he not only found amusing, but curious. “Miss Adravendi? Are you related to Odette, perhaps?” It was a longshot, but it was possible the family was large, members dispersed and crossed continents even. She than invited him to stay for as long as he wished to. Truthfully that was not long, regardless of the circumstance. She had confirmed this place was in fact devoid of what he sought - a family. It had been epochs since he felt at home with others, and while the vagabonds life had been an adventurous one, he could never hold on to a home. It was possible that like love, a home was not in his cards, though it would not stop the brute from making an honest attempt. His heart yearned for companionship, not the kind most think of, but to have a share in something more than himself, to accomplish and rise. That was the dream, it had been for years, but life finds a way of thwarting your dreams, unwinding new paths, detours if you will. “What can you tell me about this place? This continent? Do its inhabitants thrive in packs? Are they a religious people? Will they turn away those who are not family?” Singular pinna fell lazily to the side of his large skull, his inquisitive mind firing away faster than his tongue could muster articulation. His eyes just as expressive as words. Some of it was tragic, some pure magic, but his life was a good one either way, but it was time for him to prove himself, to put his talents to use and make something of his fabled heritage. He looked to her apologetically after glancing away momentarily. “Forgive me, miss Adravendi, it has been a while since I have had company. I did not mean to come off as overbearing.” It was in this moment he noticed her peering at his face. He couldn’t blame her for being curious, as many had been before, albeit she spared him a disgusted grimace some weaker few usually show. He could recount nearly every fight with great detail, but the one that awarded him the gruesome disfiguring was the one he talked about the most. How could he not? He was never shy about it, he wore it like a talisman from a past time, he wore it like armor, it would never not be a part of him, so why ignore it? “You should know I used to be handsome.” He chuckled, alluding to his damaged countenance, a grin reappearing on the young wolf’s face. Young, yes, but he creaked like he was old on some occasions, a toll of battles, narrow escapes, wins, losses, humiliation, humbling. He was the epitome of damaged goods, but he was still very good. |