a mile a minute, everything's a blur

É R E B O S

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it was nightfall in no time- a primetime for hunters. but amongst the many aromas of prey laid the irresistible purfume of a wolf nearby. a stranger to erebos as it stung and clung to his ebon nares; that which belonged to an adult female. and so the bloke decides to change course, his mind elsewhere as he tracks her down with ease.
he marches with a heavy trot, his large body moving under the moonlight like a creeping black mass in the night. and finally, his dual toned gaze finds her in a slumber. surrounded by thickets in a nicer seclusion, erebos deliberately approached without yielding, aiming to stand near her right side had she not moved. he glances down for a brief moment, eyeing the mysterious bag on her opposite side before taking a closer look at her features.
she's a pleasurable mix of earthen hues with an agouti saddle that wove into a cohesive & attractive look. nothing too wild or flashy, she was graceful in this silent moment. he found himself wanting to leave her be: in consideration that he brought nothing good to her life. but he defies otherwise, refusing the preservative measures that she held no say in. poor incident creature.. he extends his neck lowly near the ground. "To sleep when there are prey to be killed is ignorant."

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