Seduced Segolia

Having grown accustomed to these lands, the alabaster brute spent a fair bit of his time exploring it?s treasures and seeing what the lands had to offer him. He oozed detachment as he sauntered through the southern territory. Achromatic coat contrasted the river bed , as he maneuvered through the shallow end, seemingly lost. So many thoughts flowed like the river he paced through in his mind, so much had happened lately and it was all almost overwhelming and so very exciting. From murdering the wolf up north to seeing Amaranth again, though he knew not where they stood to his meaningless fuck with the wolf known as Xenios. Life was, well, interesting.

Amaranth? never had the name of another wolf brought him such conflicting emotions. He wasn?t the wolf she had known when they were little, and nor was she the same wolf he had grown up with. Could two people really change so much that they?d never be able to love each other again? Perhaps that was what had driven him out here in this evening hour, his need to stop thinking about the wolf he had once ?loved?. Could you even have been ?in love?, if you now didn?t believe in such petty emotions? The whole subject confused him, and that confused gave rise to bloody anger. The kind of rage had driven him to murder many a victim, though so far only one of those victims had lived in the lands of Alacritis.

Bi-colored eyes were illuminated by the setting sun in the west, and his white coat shown more rightly in the quickly darkening sky. A bend in the river, yielded and interesting sight, another wolf was drinking. His path shifting towards her almost indiscernibly, he paced through the water. Crossing the river, he walked until the river sloped beneath him, his paws working through the torrent to keep himself afloat through the deeper middle, before the ground was felt beneath his paws on the other side of the river near the other wolf.

?Why hello there, love. ? He cooed, the sticky sweetness of his own voice nauseating him as he looked at the interestingly colored wolf before him. The sweetness of his voice had often given a false persona to his inner deamons, but it seemed to make females a touch more comfortable around him, which was the whole point, he supposed. Drawing himself nearer to the bank, his paws the only thing submerged in the liquid he watched her, gauging her reaction to him. Would she run from satan himself or face the devil head on?