HELL WON'T HAVE ME
06-08-2014, 07:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-08-2014, 07:52 PM by Joker.)
Long legs pulled him across the rocky surface of the cavern. His mind was a void, lacking any real emotion as he surveyed the land before him. His mind's usual companion, anger, seemed to be resting in the deep void of his conscious. The soft click, click of his claws, as he walked echoed through the cavern. An alluring scent drew him forward- a smell he hadn't been blessed with in such proximity for a while. Female. He approached the form, his dark body curved into the shadows, as he brushed against the cavern. Easily, a competent wolf would have scented his approach, and heard it by now- would she prove to be such a creature? She seemed to be studying her reflection in the water- and he approached her, coming from the shadows behind her. She was a contrast to him- a pretty white thing. She was shorter than he was, though he supposed in comparison to a lot of the wolves he'd encountered- he was a giant. Standing at a towering forty-two inches, he had spent a lot of time in his life looking down on most wolves. However, he had learned, as some of the scars on his marred body would show, not to judge another by height alone. He would halt, stopping about four feet from her before he would speak. "Is it vanity or ambition that cast your eyes to adore your own reflection?" His voice rumbled a deep baritone, that echoed around them slightly. His tone was empty, hollow really, though he could feel his familiar friend stirring beneath him. Would this dame stir the beast to life, or would she quiet him? Speech, |