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Seraphim


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05-15-2013, 07:59 PM
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Seraphim
i?m radioactive, radioactive



It seemed that this land of Alacritis was determined to torment him.



Bottle green eyes settled on a point a few yards away where the silhouette of a wolf could be made out. Lids narrowed as Seraphim became angry with this place. Was there nowhere he could go at any time to gain solitude? He examined the form of the creature through narrow slits, noting the way it carried itself, head held high. Similar to him, but yet different in a way he couldn't determine just by looking. Not that it mattered. He honestly didn't care about this wolf - not who it was, not why it carried itself the way it did, nothing about it mattered. He just wanted it to disappear, and leave him alone in his peace again.



Wishing it away would do nothing, though. Besides, it seemed that it had deliberately made noise to gain his attention, as it hadn't come any closer since he heard the sound. If it was frozen in fear, it would have a much different stature. Seraph turned his head away to look straight ahead, deliberating. He could just stand here and ignore it in the hopes that it would go away. He could leave and find another place, where he would certainly be bothered again. Or... This was something he hadn't remotely considered in any of his encounters lately. He could confront it. Since his last questionable encounter, he had regained some of his previous strength, enough to deal with a nuisance if he had to. Surely, though, his attitude was enough to turn a wolf away from him. It would probably be his most successful option, as he was doomed to encounter wolves everywhere he went and they always wanted to bother him.



After a few short moments that felt like hours, he turned toward the figure and began padding carefully forward. He carried himself confidently despite the hazardous footing beneath him. Once within a yard of the wolf, he recognized that it was a female of pure white, though the color was as dull as his in this pouring rain. Lightning cracked again, illuminating the glare pointed at her.



What do you want?





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