The Mourning Bells Are Ringing
03-26-2015, 01:04 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-26-2015, 01:04 AM by Korr.)
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Korr
'The Moonlight Shines Silver, My Teeth Shine Red'
He moved by night, passing like a wraith in the shadow and leaving naught but scent in his passing. Silver eyes gleamed in the dark, as if the night was given flesh and made whole, made into something lethal and dangerous, that with every stride showed muscle rippling under an ebony pelt, begging for someone to take a chance and attack. It was too damn poetic for the brute to comprehend. He cared not whether he was intimidating, majestic or eerie. He couldn't be bothered to give a seagull's shite about it all. What he was bothered by, was the queer silence that this place held, as if everything was hushed, waiting for something to happen. His head lifted, gaze reaching towards the moon as she hung low, pregnant and full, the light outlining his dark fur in a halo of silver. As if seeking some guidance he lingered that way, head upturned and eyes focused upon the white moon. Of course, no advice came, no voices in his head nor a goddess descending to stand with him. No, just one wolf alone in the dark. Korr dropped his head, and for the first time he gazed at his surroundings, ears pricked, twitching to the faintest stirrings of the usual nightly chorus. This place was so quiet, so still... Was it only his presence that caused this? Or another's? "Speech" |