building outta sweat and spit
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01-18-2022, 04:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-19-2022, 08:22 AM by Samhain. Edited 1 time in total.)
Samhain couldn't say that he was the biggest fan of rain, not while he openly wandered these unfamiliar lands. Quite frankly, it was uncomfortable, leaving plant debris tangled in his pelt and a chill upon his skin. When the scent of petrichor flooded his nose, he braced himself for the summer shower that was to follow. And follow it did; soon the soft pitter patter of droplets on foliage was all the young male could hear. Eventually the terrain would be littered with shallow puddles and the usually springy moss would leak water underfoot.
Instinctively, he ducked under the overhanging willow branches that blocked out the sky above his head. The canopy was enough to shield him from the drizzling rain. He took this time to shake out his raven fur, ensuring that all four of his red feathers still adorned his coat. It was times like these he felt the slightest pang of regret for leaving his birthplace. Surely, he'd think to himself, this would be more tolerable in a proper den. At least that had been comfortable, even if he wasn't happy. Instead, Samhain had become a drifter in these foreign territories. At bare minimum? He appreciated the freedom, despite how his bellyaching may imply otherwise.
His orange eyes peered out from the shade of the willow fronds, taking in his surroundings. Perhaps it was paranoia, but a nagging feeling in his stomach enticed him to observe. Lucky he did, as the adolescent managed to catch a glimpse of an inky black coat disappearing into the shelter of another weeping willow. Curiosity gnawed at his gut, tempered only by a healthy dose of distrust. He wasn't stupid enough to go flouncing up to any strange canine. On his journey here, he'd stumbled onto stretches of land that reeked of other wolves, speculated on their hunts and skirmishes from afar. Samhain was in no rush to see how deep a pack wolf could really bite, his ability to patch up certain wounds notwithstanding. However, even through the scent of rain-worn vegetation, he couldn't detect any traces of pack scent he had become accustomed to. This wolf's fragrance seemed entirely their own.
Tentatively, he began to creep through the curtains of willow vines, slowly towards this stranger. He could almost see them through gaps in the branches, and for a bittersweet moment, he felt a twinge in his heart. He had left someone who resembled this stranger, left them in his homeland - tall, lithesome, with solid obsidian fur. His mind began to wander, and and as his thoughts began to race, his gait changed to match. Deliberate steps became hurried, clumsy. Finally, he'd stop completely in his tracks. He was out in the open, in full view of this stranger, but his mind was elsewhere. Their scent was stronger now, fresher, and it was vaguely...feminine. This was not who he sought.
He fixed his piercing amber eyes on this wanderer, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. "Well," he deadpanned. "You're new."
edit: typo
Instinctively, he ducked under the overhanging willow branches that blocked out the sky above his head. The canopy was enough to shield him from the drizzling rain. He took this time to shake out his raven fur, ensuring that all four of his red feathers still adorned his coat. It was times like these he felt the slightest pang of regret for leaving his birthplace. Surely, he'd think to himself, this would be more tolerable in a proper den. At least that had been comfortable, even if he wasn't happy. Instead, Samhain had become a drifter in these foreign territories. At bare minimum? He appreciated the freedom, despite how his bellyaching may imply otherwise.
His orange eyes peered out from the shade of the willow fronds, taking in his surroundings. Perhaps it was paranoia, but a nagging feeling in his stomach enticed him to observe. Lucky he did, as the adolescent managed to catch a glimpse of an inky black coat disappearing into the shelter of another weeping willow. Curiosity gnawed at his gut, tempered only by a healthy dose of distrust. He wasn't stupid enough to go flouncing up to any strange canine. On his journey here, he'd stumbled onto stretches of land that reeked of other wolves, speculated on their hunts and skirmishes from afar. Samhain was in no rush to see how deep a pack wolf could really bite, his ability to patch up certain wounds notwithstanding. However, even through the scent of rain-worn vegetation, he couldn't detect any traces of pack scent he had become accustomed to. This wolf's fragrance seemed entirely their own.
Tentatively, he began to creep through the curtains of willow vines, slowly towards this stranger. He could almost see them through gaps in the branches, and for a bittersweet moment, he felt a twinge in his heart. He had left someone who resembled this stranger, left them in his homeland - tall, lithesome, with solid obsidian fur. His mind began to wander, and and as his thoughts began to race, his gait changed to match. Deliberate steps became hurried, clumsy. Finally, he'd stop completely in his tracks. He was out in the open, in full view of this stranger, but his mind was elsewhere. Their scent was stronger now, fresher, and it was vaguely...feminine. This was not who he sought.
He fixed his piercing amber eyes on this wanderer, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. "Well," he deadpanned. "You're new."
edit: typo
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