Rain on my parade
05-01-2014, 09:41 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-01-2014, 09:43 PM by Crucifix.)
The air against the deeper parts of the cave where musky and stagnant, with the odd tang of sitting liquid. His second impression lined with the one Odette took in, as his eyes trailed upwards to the slivers of light that light the air in a silvery-white bathe much like starlight. On a second inspection he could see they were not entirely standstill, some seemed to flitter, some seemed to float even as others clung to the walls. They held the impression of living beings, and taking in a scent and searching past the sale odes he deduced they must be some form of bug ? but far more beautiful than the likes of flies. He accepted the light, appreciating its aid in what would otherwise be utter blackness, and turned his attention instead to the wall of the black that these bugs did not penetrate, the same dark hole that had Odette?s attention. He would flash her a silver grin of fangs in response to her words. ?I?m game if you are? he whispered, and crept ever forward, moving himself first in that irrational spike of protection that seemed to make males think they were in charge of the safety of the ?fairer? sex. He would be upon the blackness in moments, his eyes blinking and burning to adjust in that black hole, devoid of light. It was a struggle, but enlarged eyes would focus, even as the stench of decay would hit him. The body of a full grown deer lay dead against the earth, marks of blood against the bare stone spoke of movement of dragging, and the torn chunks of flesh spoke of massive claws and deadly fangs. His tail would fan out cautiously behind him, his ears would flash outwards and alert as he struggled to determine if this beast was home "words" |
