Amidst the Crash of Worlds
Seraphina
06-06-2021, 09:53 PM
Standing in the shallow edge of the river to clean his pelt, Sitka didn't notice anyone else nearby with the sound of the rippling water surrounding him. He splashed some cold water across his face, releasing a heavy sigh as the last of the blood ran off him in crimson trails to be swept away by the river. Now that he was cleaner, he could deal with the asshole bobbing in the shallows like some sort of macabre pool toy. Turning and wading his way back to the shore, Sitka padded onto the rocky banks—then paused when his gray-blue eyes spotted her. She was a little thing, patchwork coat of browns and grays standing out amongst the greenery, and her dusty blue highlights betraying her even more so. She was staring at him with wide eyes, studying the scene she had clearly stumbled upon, though judging by the way that she was still just watching him, it was clear she hadn't made up her mind on how to proceed yet.
Sitka cast a dry, crooked grin to her, flashing his white teeth in friendly greeting, then turned and walked over to the body as casually as if he had simply said hello to a neighbor in the morning. He cared little if she was watching him; she had no clue what she was seeing. Was she witnessing a murderer disposing of a corpse, or a wolf who had defended himself against an attacker? The unknown variable that was Sitka merely went about his business, striding up to the body of the timber wolf and giving it a push to send it on its way floating down the river. Sitka watched the wolf float away until the body had drifted out of sight, then turned back to collect his armor.
"Are you going to stand there staring all day, or are you going to come out and say hello?" he called out to the woman on the sidelines, his low and husky voice growling through the otherwise still air, not making eye contact with her while he took his armor over to the river to begin washing the mud and blood off of it. He dunked the leather breastplate under the flowing water, deft paws brushing and rubbing it clean. "I won't bite you. Not unless you're into that." A husky chuckle rumbled in the brute's chest, grinning to himself, amused by his own humor. He had started the volley. The ball was in her court now. Would she turn tail and run away, take a brave step forward and return conversation for a minute, or try to pick a fight with him? He hoped for the second or third option. Running was so boring, talking could be pleasant, and he certainly wouldn't mind a bit more of a fight right now. Though he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't send her floating down the river as well.
Warning: Sitka is an intensely mature character. Message me for content warnings.
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