Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche
The man had been wandering for… how long now? He lost track. Time didn’t seem to really flow normally anymore. He was often lost in his mind, deep in thought as to what he’d be facing next. So far he hadn’t come across many loners… none that were hostile on the plus side. But Vitus felt… rusty. Would he be able to hold his own if it came to a fight? It felt silly to think that he might not be able to hold his own… but when one didn’t practice… His bi-colored eyes scanned skyward, searching for Carlisle.
His ears perked, gaze shifting to the coastline. So far he’d met no one on this beach… but the wind carried the promising scent of another. Vitus wasn’t sure if he wanted to run into them or not. Would the encounter be worth it? Eyes rolled, focusing back ahead of him. No use to ponder… might as well get a first hand experience at what could happen, right? Who knew, perhaps this stranger might even be able to help jog that foggy mind of his into realizing what it was he was seeking.
The one mortal had been entertaining, hopefully this one wouild be just as entertaining. She strode closer, intent on making this one think he had truly been blessed. Her ears perked and her tail sat high on her hips. She was the picture of confidence and beauty. She stopped a few yards from him and eyes him. She figured this mortal was likely beneath her to even allow him to think he might ever have a chance. She'd let him speak first though.