KRAKEN AND DARK FLAME

*Taurig* · (This post was last modified: 08-13-2013, 11:28 PM by Taurig.)

Life in Glaciem was pretty boring at the moment. There wasn't much to do except wander around, try to meet some of the females he was sure his father would assign him to protect, familiarize himself with the territory. He still hadn't seen much of the amazing life Isardis had coaxed him here with, but he figured that would come along soon enough. His father was probably busy recruiting more pack members and attending to pack affairs, so it would make more sense for the young Blood to keep himself occupied rather than make himself an annoyance to the pearly man. And wandering around Glaciem seemed to be the best option to occupy his time. For now at least.

He was up and about early that morning, darkness still clouding the chilly landscape. It wasn't the wormhole darkness that was typical during the middle of the night, but more the grey of a coming morning darkness. Midnight darkness or morning darkness, it had no effect on Taurig's vision. He could see just fine either way. There was a bite to the breeze this morning, bringing goosebumps to ripple across his skin beneath his dark pelt. It was a tad bit thinner than usual, given the season changing, but it was still thick enough to guard him from most the chill of his new northern home. Powerful, steel like muscles glided smoothly beneath his grey-blue coat, senses on high alert as he began a patrol along Glaciem. He wasn't exactly sure if he needed to do any kind of patrol, but it was better than just lying around in the den he'd scrounged up. Really, any kind of activity was better than sitting around. And a patrol couldn't hurt. Might as well start protecting his new home.

Puffs of steam clouded before his muzzle with each breath he took, evaporating as he glided right through them, his icy eyes dancing over the quiet morning landscape, searching for any sign of life. So far he had seen none, most of the forest critters holed up in their resting spots, sleeping the morning away. He figured he would probably end up doing this for the rest of the day, alone like he'd been since he got here, but the day had other plans for him. By chance, he stumbled across the scent of another wolf, a fellow Glaciem, female by her perfume. And she was coming right at him. Another ghost, though this one looked much more like it belonged in the mortal realm compared to his pale father. The woman was of a silvery coat, looking ethereal in the dim morning darkness, her eyes a stark crimson in comparison to her silvery, ebony traced coat. She was tall, rather lanky in build, but he could see the whisper of muscle beneath her malnourished coat. Goodmorning ma'am. He called out gruffly, his voice still husky with sleep and lack of use, inky limbs slowing the young man down to a halt, icy gaze intent on the woman's figure.

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