from above
10-30-2022, 07:14 PM
He couldn’t say he’d been this way before. Gabriel’s ruby eyes placidly scanned his surroundings, the rich greens of the tall trees seemingly endless in their vastness. His form starkly contrasted the softer, muted tones of the woods - his form a milky ivory shroud dressed in an equally alabaster coat, fit for the frigid north. Flecks of gold dotted the fur trim on the sleeves and the collar, complimenting the shimmering golden sword tucked into it on the side of his lithe torso, its solid gold handle and leather sheath barely visible beneath. Eyes of a deep salmon tone flickered about as birds chirped and creatures rustled through the undergrowth, slender ears pricked but barely moving. In fact, his body moved through the edge of the wood like a ghost - his paleness astounding and his silence even more so. His paws barely made a noise, the way he navigated through between the stone-still trees - so quiet one could hear a pin drop and it’d still be decibels louder than his presence. His mystery, his strangeness, his lack of belonging practically surrounded his streamlined frame like a glowing halo. Figuratively, of course. Gabriel’s pale nose only twitched when he reached the pack’s borders - knowing full well not to step over it. He was no fool, but there was something off about him. Many loners on his journey here steered clear of him, refused to make contact. Their eyes casted upon him mainly in disdain or some varying level of discomfort. But ironically enough, he decided to learn more about others, and it seemed fit to join the ranks of a pack to do so. See how they lived in this world where he felt he didn’t belong. Right at the border’s edge, he stood remarkably still. He wondered if someone would even notice - perhaps they would, but for good measure, he mimicked what other wolves did to gain attention - slowly lifting his head and releasing a howl for someone of authority - a howl of melodic, light song. |