For the sinners to play as saints

*Lyulf* · (This post was last modified: 01-25-2020, 04:38 PM by Lyulf.)

The throbbing started to dull, the chill from the ice starting to seep into his bones as he lay against it. The ground below him had died down again, no more glowing to make him a literal beacon as he splayed oh so dramatically against the arch. The calm and cold seemed to be aiding in regaining a steady head, focusing on the steady rhythm of his own breathing. Just as he started to feel right in the head again, quite literally, he heard the sound of a gentle voice call towards him. 'Shit,' he thought, scrambling on the slick surface to try to pull himself into a standing position. Of course, the ice refused to help him, leaving him scrambling for a hold, an eruption of blue under his paws only further highlighting his act of grace. His toes spread wide as he curled his dull claws into the ice, finally looking less like a fawn on ice as he maintained an upward stance. Awkwardly, he glanced over his shoulder to fully look at the pale female who stood before him, her long limbs spinning across the frozen lake like she was born on it. His green eyes narrowed slightly in envy, but he quickly cleared his throat to wipe the look off his face. Instead his gaze found her own, a sheepish smile finding its way onto his mauve lips. "No, I'm quite alright, thank you," came his bland reply, tearing his eyes away from the stranger to look instead at the archway before him. It was just his luck, in the one moment that he decided to make an absolute fool of himself, someone happened his way. The lone male preferred to be just that, 'lone, and even more so in the rare moments like this. Hurt, no, but perhaps his pride had a chip taken out of it that his stumble had been seen by the likes of an absolute stranger.

The art of conversation wasn't one that he was skilled at, all too obvious by the long pause of silence that followed his answer to the lady at his side. Awkwardly his tail swayed behind him, daring a peek at the pale stranger. What was he supposed to say now? It was late? Gee, the moon is pretty tonight? Lyulf inwardly rolled his eyes, cursing his recluse nature in moments like these. He wasn't just going to walk away from her after she showed obvious concern, no matter how tempting that option may sound. Licking at his suddenly dry lips, Lyulf carefully shuffled his weight across his paws. "At least you seem steadier on your paws," he commenting, scolding himself at how that only recalled to his own dumb acts. Heat rushed to his cheeks at his own stupidity, knowing it was far too late to take back his words now. Well, hopefully she found his dumb comments charming. Either that or she would grow bored and just leave him alone again. Then he could get back to exploring the frozen lake and playing with the bio-luminescent creatures trapped under the ice. He wasn't about to ask for her to join him either, it would just be moment after moment of prolonged silence and stupid remarks. Was that even enough to get the flow of conversation started? Doubts rattled around in his still dully aching skull, anxiety pricking at his chest. Apparently he was good at making himself come across as a real winner, just another reason for him to put in his "better off alone" column. Lyulf made himself a hard wolf to understand, an an even harder one to befriend. It was better off that way, whatever he may think in this instance. His once flat ears pulled forward at half mast, swiveling to see if the lady had left him to his own devices yet, or if she was daring enough to humor him.

"SPEAK!"

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For the sinners to play as saints

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Lyulf