You'll Never Know The Psychopath Sitting Next To You [AW]

(12-04-2016, 10:55 PM)Arborick Wrote:

It is all the same, only different. He had a most peculiar affinity with the sea; his odor identity even melded with the shore and salt air became his permanent scent even long after he left the shoreline. His presence was camouflaged until either he transpired for eyes to witness or until his sheer weight cracked the frigid waters that pooled. This was surmised to be the way it would go down. The shoreline wasn't skirted in granular sands, but rather a marsh that was incredibly malleable once it grew cold enough. Footprints were cast from mud, ice frosting the pools from which it made until the entire proximity of the beach was laden in uneven and even sharp mud-ice. It made quiet navigation far more difficult, and if he miscalculated a step and placed a large paw into the print rather than the rim it would crack audibly. It seemed he wasn't the only one who's problem manifested, distant crackles and shattering alerted him of another animal. It was of wolf, whom coincidentally had lingered nearby. Even for the beach the wind was at bay and allowed noisess to travel. From upshore ice shattered, though accurate clarity lost in the bitter air. He sought to discover what another soul would be doing out of the realm of shelter on a bone chilling epoch. Heavy set appendages geared forth, deftly picking around the labyrinth of mud as he went, the occasion splitting of ice alerting the other of his approach. He was well equipped for this type of weather; a plush coat that never shed easily withstood the winds of winter that seemed absent today, though despite this it kept out the chill. His chocolate hued eyes fixated upon a form, and as he drew closer it only gave him clarity. He was certain his own bestial form was apparent to the wolf now standing opposite of himself, about twenty yards set between the two. "Is it the gentle ebb of the tide that draws you near? Or do you simply wish to become one with the land by means of freezing?" Bold, deep baritones sounded from within his broad chest, reverberating upwards until it left his mouth. His question was rather sarcastic, but it was emitted in good spirits. He was not malicious, unless provoked, but aspired to draw an interest to himself. Connections were the most promising thing on the planet, and being of diplomatic nature he would seem to collect favor with other, even if unaware. His eyes remained soft, lion like form remaining upright in a dignified stance, as reclining on this would be rather uncomfortable. A singular pinna erected atop his blunt skull, keen to the wolfs motions and gestures incase this encounter was to go sour. .