Dancing Flowers

Boredom.

That was what urged the man away from his home in the Soulless Caverns and dove him to such lengths to seek enjoyment. But more often than not, the male found himself search further and further away from the enjoyment of solitude and toward other wolves, more unworthy to be within his presence. So far on his adventures he met a few wolves that only spouted threats and wouldn't follow through, then he met an alpha that seemed to run a puppy mill rather than a pack, and somewhere between those two events he found himself in an all out brawl with some she-wolf named Sinister. Odd how the male was constantly finding himself disapproving company, or within the depths of some fight.

But tonight something felt a bit different, he could feel it in his bones. Perhaps it was the way the night sky aligned with the stars, perhaps it was just the way his paws rubbed against the ground. Perhaps it was the woman that was rolled onto her back gazing at the stars? What? The male crinkled his nostrils, her head tilting to the side, something nostalgic maybe in the way she appeared? There where too many questions that where flicking upon the radar of his thoughts.

Mortal thoughts. Since his ascension usually thoughts like this never entered his mind, but now..."We do be-lieve we have found some-one," his voice coos as his head tilts upwards toward the stars. How they shined tonight, each one just an afterthought of some feat that some divine before him did, perhaps in time his own star would shine brightly amongst them. "Wo-uld you like to hear a sto-ry?"


"Speech"
'thoughts'