Charmed, I'm Sure
09-29-2013, 08:27 PM
With surprising ease the lanky juvenile would traverse across the vast expanse of territory that was no his home, his bright silver gaze sweeping across the lands before him. One step after another, he awkwardly hopped forth, seeming rather stable for only having three paws. Though his movements seemed strange and foreign to most wolves, he was not as slow as some would assume ... but he would never be a skilled hunter. Instead, he thrived mainly off fish and small rodents. Perhaps more food might put some meat on his bones, but alas he maintained his underfed appearance and size that made him seem far younger than he was. The faint sound of scampering paws reached his perked ears, accompanied by the faint stench of blood. He knew he ought to be more social -- less shy and unsure of himself. Euphrosyne had told him that. Still, he couldn't help but me reminded painfully of just what leaving his familiar home had done to him last time. His family had abandoned him -- plain and simple. With a nearly inaudible whine, he pushed himself onward, searching for the search of the sound. It wasn't surprising that he felt immediate regret sink in as soon as he saw the massive black-furred woman. She was beautiful, but terrifying at the same time; his throat tightened and he paused in his steps, as though fearful she might chase him off. Isardis was rather intimidating to him, and this lady was no exception. He'd seen her before, but didn't even know her name. Looking rather pathetic, his tail unconsciously curled between his legs, he crept forward a bit to see what she was doing. A slain rabbit laid at her feet, and she was beginning to tear the meat from its bones. He did not want her kill, would never even dream of suggesting such a thing. Despite the dull ache in his belly. Knowing his presence would not go unnoticed, he crept forward a bit more. "Hi, ma'am," his small voice came forth hesitant, muzzle dipping to the ground in respect. Talon was submissive, utterly lacking a dominant bone in his body; he would grovel at her feet if she desired. Finding himself content here, with his best friend around, he was unwilling to risk losing his home. And -- truthfully -- half the wolves here scared the hell out of him, probably with good reason. |
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