Among Clashing Tides

He'd seen his reflection in water plenty of times before. He was aware of his dark coloration and the extremely light azure coloration of his eyes. Back home, most wolves had similar colorations as him, though clearly they all varied. He had seen plenty of wolves with splatters of ink across their pelts or even pelts completely bathed in ink, such as Seraphine, but he had never seen another wolf like his father with such a pale coloration and lack of pigmentation. His father's coloration or lack of, was pretty rare, so it was no surprise that the woman flocked to him like moths to a flame. He was a novelty while Taurig was a common looking man. The only thing special about him was his height. Not many wolves could rival his height, but that didn't do much for him in the looks department. But it wasn't like he cared. Warriors weren't concerned with appearances, only with how well they could accomplish their jobs.


But clearly Sera seemed to have the opposite opinion. You don't have to look special to be good looking Taur, though you may think your plain, I think you are quite good looking. Your eyes are a pretty sea blue, looks like they swirl with emotion. He shrugged, rolling his eyes playfully at the yearling. Swirl with emotion... He murmured to himself, mimicking Sera's tilting of the head. Did his eyes really hold this emotion that she spoke of? He had never seen it or at least, he'd never been aware of it. Warriors weren't allowed to feel emotions because emotions interfered with getting the job done and it was absolutely essential that they complete their jobs flawlessly because often times they gambled with the lives of fellow packmates or even their comrades. But if his icy eyes did hold emotion, what kind of emotions did Seraphine see reflected in them?


But his questions would have to remain unanswered and any comments he could've come up would remain unsaid as Seraphine would glance down at her paws, her voice becoming softer in pitch as she spoke. I wish I could look plain sometimes. People stare at my scars, my missing ear and tail. I guess I'm glad that they only stare and don't ask how it happened... I know how I got these scars...But I don't know what happened to my ear or tail... He wasn't a mushy gushy kind of guy, or really a guy to show any kind of emotion. At least not with the wolves here. His mother was really the only one who had known the softer side of Taurig but for some unknown reason, Seraphine was going to get to see it now. The large Knight scooted closer to the youth until his paws were touching hers, his icy gaze gentle as he pressed his muzzling first to her forelimb, lips pressing against the scarred flesh in a gentle kiss. Pulling away after a brief second he would repeat the same action to her shoulder, neck and face, giving each piece of scarred flesh its own soft kiss, her tattered ear receiving a gentle lick. Even if you did know what happened to your ear and tail, you are and will always be beautiful Seraphine. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.



Talk like this