Bleeding out for you

YOU GIVE ME NO EXCUSES

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"Speech"

Thought

He had lost track of the time he'd spent wandering these lands the last few days, or maybe it had been weeks? He wasn't sure either way, whether or not his mind had managed to catch up with his repetitive footsteps yet was beyond him, let alone the time he'd taken to find out where he was. And so he merely continued to walk, waiting for that moment of euphoric realization and completion where his broken record of a life might finally cease to keep skipping, and the obsidian colored brute might actually be able to do what he loved to do without consequence, or at least... A clean slate.

Although he'd never admit it, the beast of a wolf occasionally found himself longing for a good spar. Not only knowing the wolf wasn't important to him emotionally, but feeling the heated connection between the two fighters was something that just thinking about sent a shiver down his spine, and for a moment the brute's thick, ratty hackles rose on end. The electric shock of craving made the thick muscles folding over his back tense up and every hair stood on end, bristling above his vertical center. His mind wandered, and only when he thought he'd better calm himself down before his hopes may rise, everything changed. Titanium optics brightly rose to a sharp shade of white. A shutter of energy flowed like electric surges through his veins and the brute stopped in his slow moving tracks, nails extracted from their positions to touch ever so gently at the earth, his auds froze forward, tense as if pulling away from his skull.

It was faint, but the howl he caught was near enough to meet rather quickly. It sounded angry, frustrated, and yet he felt like it was meant for him. His hackles relaxed and the brute knew almost straight away that was the direction he needed to go, pausing before taking off he had to think to himself and resonate with the sound he'd just hear. His patients wore thin, and his tracks fell quicker as the sensitivity in his paws seemed to bounce away from the earth as if they were unattracted magnets forced against one another, keeping him at a float above the terrain. As the obsidian male pushed forward, his wide set shoulders expanded with his heavy rib cage as he drew in a heavy breath. And although it was short and distinct, the bellow he gave in reply to the one emitted a while ago was equally as yearning. It flew from his lungs with a bellowing roar, short and sweet though loud and abrupt, giving not only his position to the opponent, but also his feelings of necessity and longing for a spar as equal to the one he had caught sound of.

His hackles began to rise once again along his powerful back as he padded forth, titanium optics hardly taking a moment to blink away the chilled winds hitting his skull as he trotted quickly over the earth. His auds focused purely on hearing the signs from the potential partner, his heart racing to feel what he had been wanting to feel again, a need, a want, even a purpose. And that it was not all for nothing.



Word Count: 549

Tag(s): Tea!, --, --

Mood: Rigid, Ready, On-edge

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