this tragic affair

OOC: stole your table >:D



The man would awake to the gentle crack of bone at the mouth of his den. Heavy lids would rise to take in the sight of Circe, cleanly eating away at a hare. Many thoughts flooded his waking mind; he wondered if Medusa were near, he wondered if Circe had made a friend, he wondered if the girl had made her first kill independently. A cheerful statement above would quell the inquiries. De, the girl began between a bite, someone left this here. I hope you do not mind. You've slept rather late. The girl would peer at him curiously from the den's entrance. Those cerulean eyes shining mildly in the morning sun and accentuated by the dark, sable dapples that decorated them. Help yourself, Circe. He would speak as he slipped slowly out of the warm darkness of the den. Stretching his lean body into the crisp sunlight of spring as he emerged. His crown would lower and the point of his jowls would trace the carcass of the hare; identifying the giver.




He chuckled. The hare was meant as a gift for the man; but it had become his child's breakfast instead. Lean limbs would pull the man forward and into the cool shade that engulfed the redwoods. Around a bend and away from the trail he would find her body fitted tightly in the den he had made her. Asleep. Above the canopy was slightly parted, allowing sunlight to touch the sod which would otherwise be cold beneath those tangled trees. It was within this sunlight that he sat; warming his body and staring into the distance as he awaited the woman and pondered matters concerning the pack.

Table by Azil