Let Them Eat Cake!
08-31-2013, 10:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2013, 11:28 AM by Taurig.)
He was back west that day, but fortunately for him he had learned his lesson from the last time he'd come down. Deadman's scrap, as he had learned the place was called, was to be avoided at all cost. Even though he met his new friend Seraphine there, it wasn't the type of situation he would want to be in again. His coat wasn't meant for such extreme temperatures of heat. This new area was much safer to be in, definitely a lot more comfortable since it had a giant lake sitting smack in the middle of it, with the most interesting looking rock formation situated at the center. It was certainly much nicer here, with more foliage and greenery than the deadman's scrap. The cool morning was refreshing, the titan taking a huge gulp of fresh air, just glad that he was alive for another day. His breakfast of rabbit had been pretty delicious and his belly was sated for the time being, so the smell of blood and fish that tickled his nostrils didn't send his intestines protesting, but instead piqued his interesting. He pushed onwards, coming into full view of the lake, icy gaze finding the pale figure of what looked to be a wolf across the lake, delicately dinning on a fish. Isardis? The Knight halted at the edge of the lake, nostrils flaring as he hunted for the wolf's scent. It was female, so definitely not his father. There was another albino wolf here in these lands that he didn't know of? Now definitely curious, Taurig stirred, powerful limbs pulling him around the lake as he slowly made his way to the other side, realizing as he got closer that the wolf was extremely small. She looked like a pup compared to his gargantuan frame. Then again, he was abnormally huge, but it was the same concept. He slowed to a walk, skull kept low, tail hanging between his hocks in an attempt to look non-threatening. Good morning miss. He called out softly, not wanting to alarm her, his gaze intent on her pale spine. Talk like this |