Let Me Sing My Song
08-04-2013, 08:22 PM
family. it grounded him, and kept the young brute sane; without them, he felt his sanity slip, his world veering dangerously out of control. overhead the moon shone brightly, casting eerie shadows on the ground. the bowed tree limbs casting shadows on the earth toyed with his mind, the absence of light dancing on the edge of his vision. and yet the female before him was no apparition -- her fur was stunning in its realness, and his gaze widened ever so slightly as he stared, as though stunned. and yet he was not captured by her beauty. he'd not yet grown aroused by the sight of women, by the softness of their features and the delicate curves that they were graced with -- instead, he felt nothing at the sight of the lovely woman, as many would. perhaps he was simply too young, barely a year old ... or perhaps his heart was as cold as ice. he felt little more than a hollow vessel of a wolf, wandering with no purpose and no goal in mind. his own nostrils flared, taking in her scent, not at all surprised by its unfamiliar nature. he gazed as she turned in the water, eyes cold but curious all the same. "basilisk saxe." he said loudly, voice deep and somewhat commanding. the sight of the water was appealing, but not because he wanted to swim -- but a drink sounded nice. with little hesitation he padded forward, stance rather relaxed, not defensive in the slightest ... and yet he found it unsafe to let his gaze stray from her for long as he reclined toward the water, letting his tongue slip from parted jaws to lap at the frigid pool. |