SO OVERDUE
07-08-2013, 10:35 PM
Something stirred, lustrous in its inaudible abilities, however wounded in its stench; the haunting aroma of a trespasser scrabbling the youth?s nostrils with sharpened claws, body raising from snow-dusted haunches as an immediate retaliation. Something seemed ominous, wolves had betrayed the policy of the boundaries before, but none seemed all too fussed on staying low, keeping quiet; this beast on the other hand, was fragranced far too close for placate, and had made no efforts to reverberate his demoralizing continuation. Perhaps Syrinx would be needed; but first, she would evaluate the threatening affairs, youthful chassis gliding effortlessly over the snow-bound ?scape as the novel queen loped, covertness not a priority.
He were barely detectable against the spray of pines, monochrome in shade, a pocket-sized scrap of unwelcomed tarnish against the banshee?s kingdom; stalking, creeping, his stench that of rotting rogue as he foolishly progressed. Something seemed sour, sinister, wounded about his presence. An eerie air would cling to his night-born existence as if he were one of its own, and Eos would discontinue; arresting a protected, though however imposing expanse from the creature, sinew beginning to tremble with would-be-adrenaline; russet pelt illuminated into false silvers by a spray-break in the haze. ?Cease, interloper- before your intentions are assumed and proceedings devour your irrational existence,? voice would loop forward in brittle admonition, acidic as salmon tongue would lash irately against ebony lips, a barely audible snarl curling silver jowls in a raw display of dominance uphold.