Fire and Ice

*Taurig* · 08-15-2013, 12:19 AM

He stood out starkly against the ice covered landscape, the only thing remotely able to camouflage him were his ice blue eyes, but they were ringed in an onyx mask, putting them on display against his dark features, making them stand out instead of blending in. His father would've faired better in this type of landscape, his pale form blending perfectly with the ice spires surrounding him. But Taurig wasn't looking to blend in, he didn't really care if he stood out either. He wasn't tracking anyone, wasn't hunting, so whether he could become one with his surroundings was of no concern to him. For the time being at least. Besides, it wasn't like he could do anything about his coat anyway. He quite liked it the way it was, dark marking and all.

The area had been empty when he'd first arrived, he'd made sure of it. But staring the ocean in the face, with its salty breeze relentlessly attacking his nose, it was rather difficult to detect any foreigners from a distance, but even with the roaring waves below, the young man was still able to faintly detect sounds, like someone's paw steps for example. Grey-blue nape craned around over his left shoulder, icy gaze coming across the alabaster figure of a woman, her giggle reaching his ears as she called out to him. Why hello there, darling. She sounded rather courteous, but the darling part had him raising a brow questioningly. Nostrils quivered, tasting her scent; Glaciem. She was one of Isardis' brood. And he could see why. Afternoon ma'am. He answered curtly, ignoring the wide smile that curled her dark lips, completely immune to whatever charms she was trying to work on him. He was a warrior, not a man of fickle nature.

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