Steal my breath away: Seren
03-06-2014, 03:24 PM
Soothing was the feel of the wind that ruffled against his coat and flowed across the earth and over the very side he could not bring himself towards. It was the wind also that brought with it the fragrance of another lupine. The soft rustle of her lithe paws against grass bathed in moonlight. He could tell from her warm scent that she was female, young perhaps with the feel of life and the living.
He tore his head free from his transfixed view of the cliff before him and unto the newcomer, even as the moon came completely free from shadowy grip of clouds. The shine of silver bathed her in angelic light, highlighting the brightness of her coat and almost hiding the darker tones of her black paws. It did the most however with her eyes, turned upon him now in the hypnotic highlights of blues and gold. Even for a mutation this one was oddly pairing even upon its outlined differences. She was the moon with the tinges of blue that swirled in one, and she was the sun with the warm golden glow of the other. She was? she was the blue of a lake with the mirage of sunlight twinkling down upon her- a frozen lake perhaps with the white of her coat behind those orbs.
He bit back a chuckle with the rise of one side of his lupine lips and tilted his head as she spoke.
There was something dangerously transfixing about every aspect of this wolf, to her eyes, to the coat haloed in silver and now the sweetness of her tones and she brought his attention back to the poison of the cliff so near them both. He shivered, rippling down his coat and ending in the subtle flick of his tail.
?Beautiful? No. I have never viewed it as such.?
His voice was soft without the roughness of the conflict in his mind. The drop was deadly, he had no allusions there. Perhaps she saw the beauty in its deadliness but he would always see the broken form of his long-passed brother.
?The moon has always held an interest to me, It is the time of the wolf I believe, and it seems to highlight beauty, it curves the world in its own way?
He still held his gaze to hers, he could almost block out the sound of the wind rushing off the cliff top, the knowledge of the drop a few lengths away. He was hypnotised by the glows of her eyes, the subtle shifts in colours where like nothing he had ever seen before.
?Alpine, is my name and do I get yours to match to that pretty face?
There was no teasing in his eyes, a touch of curiosity perhaps in its slight title, and a glow in the silvers of his own misty eyes.
He tore his head free from his transfixed view of the cliff before him and unto the newcomer, even as the moon came completely free from shadowy grip of clouds. The shine of silver bathed her in angelic light, highlighting the brightness of her coat and almost hiding the darker tones of her black paws. It did the most however with her eyes, turned upon him now in the hypnotic highlights of blues and gold. Even for a mutation this one was oddly pairing even upon its outlined differences. She was the moon with the tinges of blue that swirled in one, and she was the sun with the warm golden glow of the other. She was? she was the blue of a lake with the mirage of sunlight twinkling down upon her- a frozen lake perhaps with the white of her coat behind those orbs.
He bit back a chuckle with the rise of one side of his lupine lips and tilted his head as she spoke.
There was something dangerously transfixing about every aspect of this wolf, to her eyes, to the coat haloed in silver and now the sweetness of her tones and she brought his attention back to the poison of the cliff so near them both. He shivered, rippling down his coat and ending in the subtle flick of his tail.
?Beautiful? No. I have never viewed it as such.?
His voice was soft without the roughness of the conflict in his mind. The drop was deadly, he had no allusions there. Perhaps she saw the beauty in its deadliness but he would always see the broken form of his long-passed brother.
?The moon has always held an interest to me, It is the time of the wolf I believe, and it seems to highlight beauty, it curves the world in its own way?
He still held his gaze to hers, he could almost block out the sound of the wind rushing off the cliff top, the knowledge of the drop a few lengths away. He was hypnotised by the glows of her eyes, the subtle shifts in colours where like nothing he had ever seen before.
?Alpine, is my name and do I get yours to match to that pretty face?
There was no teasing in his eyes, a touch of curiosity perhaps in its slight title, and a glow in the silvers of his own misty eyes.