Roar

N/A · 01-06-2021, 11:56 PM

The Rio was a truly massive river Azriel had discovered. No matter how far he walked along its banks, the flowing river seemed to go on endlessly in either direction. Fel had been gone for about a week by now, having returned to her pack for what was no doubt another round of self-inflicted punishment for whatever reasons she thought she had... That left Azriel with only a few things to actually do: fuck Sibyl, explore, spy, or fight. Today he opted for the second after having indulged the first, though he had traversed these areas so much over the most recent months. Biting cold chilled the air, cutting through even his dense coat and stinging his skin whenever the wind blew. This time, however, the wind brought about something besides a bitter chill: the scents of two apex predators. One was distinctly wolf, a smell he knew well. The other was different, something he hadn't encountered before. A brow raised in curiosity. Well now, this was a change of pace for the day...

Azriel stalked towards the smells, staying downwind and doing his best to avoid stepping on any clusters of dried leaves, dead grass, or sticks to avoid giving away his presence. The scents grew stronger with each step, steel grey eyes staying up and cautious to find his quarry. The lupine scent came up on him first. There, up ahead and ducked down by a large boulder was a white-furred wolf, completely unobscured against the grey and brown of his surroundings. It was almost so ludicrous that Azriel scoffed. The brute was obviously hunting something... but what? Creeping silently up closer to the wolf, Azriel was able to see the tan form of a massive cat by the river's edge, bend down to drink. His eyes widened; this wolf was stalking a lioness?! He blinked a few times, brain trying to register what he was seeing. Was this wolf psychotic? What did he do now? Just stand by and watch as the male got mauled to death? Would he even attack the lion in a one-on-one, or was he not that stupid? Or... did he offer his services? Sibyl would have a fuss if he got hurt... but this was the perfect chance to avoid some boredom and to hone skills he hadn't gotten to use in months.

He made his mind up to at least speak to the wolf before he committed suicide by leonine, slinking up closer to the boulder until he was close enough to speak in a low voice so as not to alert the lion. "There are less painful ways to kill yourself, you know..." he said to the wolf, looking at him with snark in his expression and a half-cocked smirk. "You're not actually going to try and attack a lion on your own, are you? Whatever her name is, she isn't worth it." He snickered to himself; he had seen brutes do stupid stunts for a fae's attention before, but this was asinine. He doubted this was that situation, but he couldn't resist a good chance to be sarcastic.

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