Mirror
09-07-2013, 06:07 PM
The last time he had been here he had met the woman Arthfael from his very own pack. She had been a pretty woman, but there was something about her that had really dissuaded him from pursuing any kind of friendship with her. She had been much too friendly and he wasn't sure that her friendliness had been with pure intentions. Tonight she was nowhere in sight he was rather glad. He liked his solitude at times and tonight was one of those nights. Well, it was atleast until his thoughts started wandering back to the challenge with his father and the Valhallan queen. He had stuck by his distant aunt's side the entire battle, nearly on the edge of charging in to save his father. He had just met his aunt that day at the battlefield, but it had been like he had known her for much longer. Their interactions were natural, much less forced than those with his pale ghost of a father. He liked his aunt. She was a beautiful woman, her coloration much the same as his mother's, though her coat had that blue-ish tint just like his. It was funny really, that he looked more related to his aunt than he did to his own father. Genetics. They were a funny thing. Powerful inky limbs pulled the man towards the edge of the point, right where the arch overlooked the ocean. It was a beautiful place during the day but it looked even more astonishing during the night. The ice spires around him seemed to almost glow with their iridescent moonlight shining down on them. Cool oceanic breezes swept in from the ocean, ruffling his two-toned fur, filling his nostrils with its salty scent. Icy gaze danced across the dark waters, his mind drifting with thoughts of his aunt, wondering if his relationship with her would be different than his the one with his own father. Talk like this |
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