Grim Grinning Ghosts

The moonlight glitters of the snow in a beautiful display as Eldritch ghosts across the land, the breeze slicing through his coat as he goes. A sudden, strong gust of wind picks up snow from in front of the man and sends in hurtling toward his face, temporarily blinding him and forcing the dark male to come to a stop. Shaking his head, Eldritch attempts to blink away the powder that stings his eyes. When the world resolves once more, the man immediately goes into a defensive stance, fur bristling as he readies for the wolfish Borzis to attack him.

Where the fuck had they come from? White eyes snap from wolf to wolf, assessing them, weighing them and realizing… they want him to follow one of them. Coat flattens as he coldly inspects them again, grimacing in disgust at the happy, excited one and rolling his eyes at the sorrowful woman. That left him one choice. With powerful strides, Eldritch approaches the dark male Borzoi with the furrowed brow and grunts his acceptance, his own brow mirroring the other male’s as he awaits instructions.


"Eldritch Amarix" | "Latin"