RUSSIAN ROULETTE with no luck
03-08-2014, 10:04 AM
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So I ran to the devil Apparently lurking was his thing. He didn't go out of his way to hide from others, it just kind of happened. Such was the situation he found himself in once more. Some distance away, a wolf meandered. The figure was white, but at this distance that's all he could make out. The wolf moved towards him and as he or she got closer, the brute's senses began to piece together clues about the nature of the stranger. Whoever it was appeared confident. Their movements were fluid and deliberate, and Angel decided that this wolf meant something to someone. He or she was probably a pack wolf of good standing, although this meant little to the hidden brute. He didn't do the "pack thing" any longer. The wolf, a female, moved nearer to him and began to drink from the lake. His gaze unobtrusive, Angelus simply watched. He had no real motive for doing so, observing was just his natural state and he was loath to break pattern. Laying in the shadows of an unruly bush, only his eyes were visible as the light of the moon hit them just right. The rest of him was hidden in darkness, but if she were to look over, the glittery blue of his eyes would surely give away his position. No more than fifteen paces separated the two wolves. Finished with the lake, the fae backed up a few paces and looked around, her gaze flitting from thing to thing with an intensity that meant his presence wasn't entirely unnoticed. Whether it was intuition or scent that alerted her, he didn't know, but her searching wasn't enough to draw him forth. He would wait and see what happened, see if this lofty figure would dismiss her suspicion or find him. |
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