A Ghost in Wolf's Clothing

*Isardis* · 07-04-2014, 02:27 AM

Safe atop his imaginary perch the pallid ghoul would watch as a shadowed form would slip amidst the wintry landscape; aimless, enveloped by a cold chill that begged of the youth to lose his way, pleaded to be his destruction. Alas, as much as Isardis would have liked to see the unfamiliar fall unknowingly through the sheets of ice he sauntered, the beast did not seem as feeble as the albino had imagined him. No, rather sadly the russet brute would stand and sway, gazing beneath him with awe only the young could wear so well upon their unharmed facades. Age was a bastard, the young only deterred him now, made his skin crawl in irritation; there was probably anything in this world Isardis could reach out and pluck with an effortless batt, but youth was now so unreachable, unobtainable.

?Is he cautious or stupid?? his voice would call to the stranger with a mocking tease, cherry lips twitching with bemused pleasure, ?I suppose we will only know when the ice swallows your toes and your lungs swim with frozen hydration? or perhaps when you reach the other side, but that seems hardly as exciting.? So infamous was the chuckle that spun free of his pale velvets, a crazed burst of bliss as the albino would sway with an untouchable sense of self poise.

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