Another Home Lost

*Deviant* · 07-17-2014, 03:55 PM

In his own little world, free of any pain and bad memories, the man did not sense the other presence closing in on him. No, he was just trying to enjoy the moment. Head was raised as if he would call for someone, but his mouth remained closed, as well as his eyes. Ears twitched at a voice from behind, noting how the footsteps that had come with it had stopped a few feet away.

Taking his time, Deviant brought his head down, eyelids peeling back to reveal his golden gaze. Forelegs moved over each other, back arching to the side as he turned around to face the source of the voice. And so, he would be looking to a young female, a pelt that stood out to him, not for the patterns but for a sense of familiarity. His winged cross marking showing, he would dip his head to her, but would remain in the water. "Hello young lady." Voice was raspy as though he had not used it in a few days, holding a distant tone. "You seem familiar yet I can not put a name to your beautiful face." I no way did he mean to sound like a flirt, just stating she was a beautiful young lady.

Many times the man had come across rogues and pack wolves, but they never really stuck out to him. Was this female from Valhalla, or was she one of his children's friend? He wasn't too sure.

"normal.
speech.
thought.
you."

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