Cried on the streets of San Francisco
Gilgamesh
Gambler
Marauder
12-16-2021, 01:47 PM
Erish's quiet flapping of her wings led Gilgamesh on his journey toward the west. Unlike the north or the east, he had yet to spend much time in these areas. Not that he had any reason to be here, but figured why not. The surrounding areas were large enough and as long as he stayed out of pack lands, he was free to roam. Wanting to give his legs a good stretch, he moved into an easy lope as his dark feathered barn owl swooped over him. Her happy screeches as gentle winds fluttered her wings made a smile twinge at the corners of his lips. Saving the owl had been a good thing indeed. Turning his course toward the sound of running water, he could feel the thirst gripping his throat. It was definitely time to get a drink of water. Letting his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth as he slowed down to a trot, he could see the lake laying out in front of him. Approaching the water's edge, he lowered his mouth toward the surface and took a quick few sips. When he had finished, he lifted his dripping lips up and surveyed their surroundings. Erish had flown off to land in a nearby tree when she let out an alerting screech. Both his ears pricked in curiosity as a midnight-coated wolf about the size of himself stood in the mud facing a couple of large rocks. The intense look on the stranger's face made Gil's brow furrow. What was so interesting about the rocks on the lake's edge? Were they not rocks? Puzzled, the mottled man approached slowly with a quiet rumble releasing from his mouth so as not to scare the other male. Keeping both ears twisted in a listening fashion, Gil took a seat in the grass on the lake's edge, away from all of the mud. "What are you looking at?" He asks in his deep baritone as his head tilted slightly to the side. |
gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him