I'M LOSING PATIENCE
05-04-2014, 11:50 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-05-2014, 12:08 AM by Crucifix.)
For all his wanderings he was yet to find himself upon these wasted landscapes, these battle marked arenas that served as a battlefield. There was a soft scent of blood in the air, a metallic tang of all the blood that had been spilt across this earth. It was clear it had been used for sparring and more violent battles for a long period of time. His paws would lightly touch the earth, his nose to the air as he gracefully paced his body along the edges of the territory. It was from here that the call of a stranger would ring out, calling and beckoning him onwards. Perhaps the being behind the throaty call had caught sight of pacing form or a spark the rogue scent that rolled about him. Whatever her cause, and despite the lack of a direction behind the call he still felt it was to him it beckoned. Perhaps it was for a strange twinge of fimilarity to these ringing tones. Unable to deny that summons he would tread further into the wasted lands and find himself before the caller. She was a solid, tall beast, clearly standing before a broad heritage. She was in dark shades not too dissimilar to his own, with blacks and silvers in more solid patterns along her body. He took this all in in the time of a heartbeat, lowering his head to her lightly in the manner of a greeting. She had grown barely and almost impeccably since he had seen her last. It was almost with amusement that he thought back, back to the cave and the beast and his own almost protective movements placed before her in the range of the bear. He had sought to protect her, and he looked upon her now on the battlefield and thought instead to fight her. He could see a rage in her eyes, and in the growls he had heard before approaching. He took it all in, everything and categorised it besides all that he already knew of her through their single meeting prior to this day. He found himself wondering if she would give way to emotions before tactic, to anger before the calm of wisdom. She looked like a thing of brute force, and one that outmatched his own large form. ?hello my dear? he said in soft, thoughtful tones. As he looked on to Odette and her familiar form. "words" |
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