Shelter For My Soul
05-04-2014, 10:13 PM
The cool salty tang of beach air was a refreshing change of pace to the strong scent of wolves that mingled into every crack and corner of the Valhalla territory. As much as he adored visiting his sister, he could never imagine settling down and staying within the confines of a pack. This was his first visit to the islands and already he adored the freshness sanctuary it had become. His visit had already stretched out to cover the expanse of three days, and had already entered his fourth when an unexpected call sang out for him. His first thoughts, was how had any known he had been here another was a pang to the destruction of peace that had come with solitude. But all these thoughts would fade away to the honey tones, the familiar sweet voice that sang in delightful tones along the coastal air. It took him the measure of a heartbeat, but the name of the caller would come into memory, in the form of imprints of her touch and her warmth and her own heartbeat against his chest. More moments would pass, more beats of his heart against the wind and the song before his eyes would clear and return to the present and eyes would search against the world before him for any sign of the dear woman who called to him. With no sign of her in sight his steps would start, his pace free and stride long as he took off across the island in the direction of the call. He ran until her scent would touch his nose, and wash over him in ecstasy and pleasure to the familiarity. He slowed with the contact of that scent, slowed until when he came into view his stride was a measured walk. Violet eyes would find her form, would skim over her body and fall on her luxurious tail, before returning to her features. Her eyes an echo of his own, outlined and shadowed with black tones across a pale coat. He drank greedily against the sights, comparing her to memory and satisfied that she looked unchanged. He would dip his head to her as he came up before her, stopping a stride from her face and standing head on to the view of her beautiful face. ?My dear Othello. You summoned me?? he murmured, a twinkle to his tones. "words" |
