Drinking the Moon

It smelled like someone had just taken down dinner - and luckily for 'someone' Vivek was both hungry and curious. Like a vulture the brute would follow the scent of both predator and prey, only to find himself spying on a female that although was dull in color, had interesting cream colored markings that he found himself eyeing without remorse. Of course, he was peeking at her from afar - he wanted a closer look. He would approach her keeping in mind that she could see him coming - the boy knew not fear or shyness, but at the very least he kept in mind proper edicute. He didn't care so much about her feelings, but if he wanted to get to know who this female was, as well as snag a bite of her meal then he would have to play nice now wouldn't he.


She smelled of a pack - one that he had been in for a brief period of time. In fact - he was sure that he had been here in the gardens before - back when they had been pack lands to Ebony. He hoped that she was more interesting than that tournament had ended up being, but honestly, he missed the big picture on the gathering as a whole, so although he was jaded he didn't really hate the vikings or their leader. "I don't remember seeing you at the festival." He would say, once he was sure that never once had he crossed her path nor she his. "I'm sure I would have remembered someone so lovely." Even bloodstained she was more impressive than most, but a bit of red here and there looked good on just about anybody. With that he would grin.


He was already hungry, but she made the doe she was sitting beside look like an even more pleasant meal.