Terror to Behold
04-16-2014, 04:52 PM
There was an odd stillness to the wind of the night that warned of unrest. Scents could not carry on a dead wind and he felt blind and senseless to the world around him without its aid. His steps would not falter but they would land more silently, more cautious as he took in the dancing shadows of the night. He would still his steps as the wind would come alive again around him, he could feel it?s cool touch against his coat like icy hands that stroked along the length of his being. More than the relief he felt to its revival he found also the scent of the other that mingled with its essence. He knew immediately that it was not someone eh had ever crossed paths with before, and there was something in the scent that stood out as a warning. For the barest moment the brute stood at a crossroads, he could take the warning and turn, walk away from this place without ever knowing why or what had stirred the unrest inside him. The moment was gone as he moved again, urging himself closer to the being that emitted the scent. Foolhardy and curiosity where only part of his makeup that brought that need to go forward. He would move until he was there, before the brute and bring his existence known to this strange, exotic creature that had stood there. He took in the titan, this beast who raged at lengths taller than his own, who stood in washes of deep russet like one tainted with the touch of blood. He took in that red that adorned him and a sly smile would change the folds of Crucifix?s face as his thoughts would take him to another red wolf. He seated himself in the presence of this monster of bold shades and titan build, and found himself without words to compete with these sights that met his own. "My sounds""My Soul" |
