Into Neverland
09-19-2013, 04:14 PM
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Sick little games He pale orbs spun to encircle the she-wolf, his ears shoved upright by a sudden rush of excitement. Jittery paws carried the brute a few paces closer to the local. She was a rather marvelous anomaly, her fiery decor capturing Rasends immediate fascination. However, It was not long before he noticed the smaller mass that rested at her side. His skull tilted in curiosity, his muzzle stretching to snuffle at the air for its scent. He had never seen a creature of the sorts before, but oddly enough he was aware of it's title; perhaps from stories told in the past. "The devil, he comes. Run, run little wolfies, he comes." Youthful trills were etched throughout his vocals, something that had become a custom of his. The fiend shifted his gaze to look up at the female, before staring back down at her company. A sudden restlessness made the brute turn in a full circle and face the violet hued gaze of the female once again, as if he had come to an expeditive acceptance of her curious companion. Immediately he returned to his useless blabber; "the wraith is I, fire-pelt. Fearsome dragon-slayer, that is me". A playful grin stretched his lips, and his tongue swiped translucent wing fragments from his teeth as if in emphasis. "What is she who asks? What is she?" He teased the stranger, seeing as she did not seem pestered by his presence yet. The female had named this land as a part of 'Ludicael', which he assumed to be the group which she wore the scent of. It had been several moons since he had been in the presence of a pack, a fact which he had not given much thought to. Like most socially oriented species, he was drawn to the company of others by instinct. Perhaps it was time to forfeit his internal war with said drive. ~Rasend~ |
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