Bottom Of The Deep Blue Sea

In the lush expanse of the cliffs, a colossal wolf moves with an inexplicable grace. Perhaps it is not grace he saunters with, but precision. His hefty frame would be a nuisance otherwise — those hardened muscles, sculpted by adversity and an unyielding will to endure carry him with ease and confidence. But he is ravaged by scars that seem to devour his sleek coat, each a brutal slash against his obsidian silhouette. Eyes seemingly made of verdant fire reflect the bright world around him, and return a cold gaze back to it. The shadows of his features etched in a concentrated determination, and a desire for more. He blew air from his nose as he scanned the plain which cut abruptly into a sheer cliff, the sound of waves crashing against sand dulling his sense of hearing. The beast was impatient to meet his goal. Itching to greet his malevolent cousin, by for now the greenery would provide ample distraction to the frustration building in his gut.

The travel he endured had been marred by twisted paths with gnarled branches, and all manner of creature both  witness and victim to the beast's relentless pursuit of family. The man, mostly a tapestry of wounds, works his way through the field of plant life in search of any foreign to his eye. He must learn of them all to ensure his knowledge will remain of use, after all his grandmother would be quite dissatisfied if he slacked off at his work. There are a few he does not recognize, or that seem slightly amiss from what he knew back home, so he gathers them and sets to work memorizing their details with fervor. Subtle differences, like a darker shade of green on a leaf — or a flower not quite the right shape. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. It had been some time since he’d stopped to… look at the flowers. Caedes’ lips curled up into a smirk at the realization, amused at the sudden thought; but also irritated by it.


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