Anyway You Want It
Since coming back to Boreas the male had been lingering around the north. He was indifferent about the season and thought they all shared pros and cons. Winter seemed to suck the life out of anyone, even those whom claimed to enjoy the snow. The blistering frost and ice that seemed to sting the bottom of his paws. Though, he hadn't worked up the energy to move souther yet. Soon he would meet with his brother Kane and after that his agenda would be completely wiped clean. Miach had no obligations or priorities. He was an extremely neutral being and a blank slate. The world couldn't be more promising for the male. Miach moved his way towards the steel structure. Rust had overcome the metal much more then the last time he had seen it. Though, what caught his attention were the fresh tracks in the snow. Slowly new snow covered their very existence but they were new enough to still be noticeable. With a tiny shrug he decided to investigate. Why wouldn't he? The Adravendi moved his way towards the hunk of metal with ease. Soon he turned a corner and a strong gust of wind slowed his roll. The male lowered his form with bent knees and flat ears. Red eyes narrowed as he hissed to himself. As the wind died down the male was able to make out the form of a femme. Her scent barely made it to him due to the chaotic gusts and the notes failed to tell him anything. It was hard to pinpoint scents of packs when you had no idea if any of them still stood. Miach nodded to himself before moving closer to the woman. The beast was behind her and didn't wish to frighten her to much therefore he let forth loud vocals as he reached about seven tail lengths away. "It may be wise to head inside!" Hopefully no other creatures inhabited the S.S. |
Miach hardly noticed the femme's nervous mannerisms. They were masked by that of a snow storm. The winds were hefty and snow pelted their dark bodies with ease. He focused on her form as she entered the vessel. He wished to ensure the dark toned babe made it into the ship safely. As she made her steps onto the metal he followed at her rear. His own ears were flat against his crimson skull and his blood red eyes narrowed to avoid the onslaught of snowflakes. "Do not worry I am right behind you. Continue inside I am sure this storm is to only get worse!" His baritone vocals almost lost to the wind as he moved at her pace. His own nose formed little crystals as the moisture froze. As they continued on he moved to take the lead, heading into the mouth of a large entrance to the main hall of the vessel. His head remained low as his mouth opened to taste the air. He thought over the probability of other creatures waiting out the storm. Yet, his senses came up empty. Miach exchanged a glance with the fae before moving inside completely. Wind wizzed around through the open windows but it was much less harsh now that he was inside. "I did not miss these cruel winters.." The male moved to sit on the cold metal with a bit of a sigh. Though, it felt better then sitting on ice or snow..
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