Ivory brute trudged through the desert sands, pants pulling from him in nearly ragged gasps. The heat scorched his thick pelt, and he could nearly feel the skin beneath his fur burning. It was to fucking hot for this. Eyes watered, from the bright light, he found himself trudging towards a mound of large rocks, hoping that an offer of coolness lurked inside. Inching towards the rock, he could feel the heat radiating from the stone, that stood towering alone in the desert sun.


He would slip inside the tower of stone, his fur brushing against the narrow tunnel as he followed it, his eyes momentarily blinded at the drastic light change. A comfortable sigh left his jaws, as he ventured farther into the cooling delight. The tunnels suddenly widened, and he looked around in the minuscule ambient light, and was nearly delighted to see a small pool of water.

Stepping away from the tunnel he approached it, lowering his head to drink. Audits flickered foward at the sound of foot-steps and he stopped mid-drink, to look around him. Twitching his ears in indifference, he contiuned his drink, sinking to his haunches and his belly as he rested near the cool water. Whomever it was, well they weren't high on his priority list.

Lazily his jaws parted as he lifted his maw from the water, and he spoke in an indifferent tone.

"Those of action are inclined to fatalism, while those of thought are inclined to believe in providence, tell me stranger, which do you think you will be? "

Sunlight had beat heavily down on his ebony pelt, warming his skin to a point near boiling. Erebos felt none of it. Though he should have been panting and sweating, the blood running through his veins felt ice cold and caused him to shiver instead. It probably helped that he was seeing snowflakes falling from the sky before him, the hallucination adding to the effect of the depression on his psyche. The feelings of loss and sadness were only just beginning set in, but unless Erebos found some good company soon he knew what it would mean. He still had measurable control over his life at this point. He still made sure to complete his daily tasks, but his meticulousness was disappearing. He was slowly but surely losing control. He had arrived at the cave early in the day and sought shelter there, knowing he needed to rest and hoping to find something to drink or eat within the area protected from the heat. He had taken his fill from the pool before settling to nap in the far back, waking only at the sound of another. A feeling of eagerness consumed him at the possibility of another wolf for him to converse with, and he quickly rose to his feet to inspect the source of the sound that had risen him. When the brute noticed his approach, he ignored him for a moment, causing Erebos to seat himself and patiently wait for some other reaction from the male. His voice came forth finally, a puzzling question that encouraged a tilt of the head. Erebos gave a shrug as he replied in an equally indifferent tone laced with a hint of exhaustion. I think I will be neither, and I think such philosophies are a waste. No one idea ever fits anyone perfectly. "normal. talk. think. you"

he had, had so few interactions with other males of the land, most of his time taken by female, not that another male could do much to satisfy the thirst that ate at his core, his need for the taste and feeling of other females. he had greeted this stranger by means of philosophy, a question he had been pondering for the majority of the day, and this strangers reply was odd, but it intrigued him. he had met so few who posed an intellectual challenge, so few who could argue philosophy.


"Ah, but it seems that everyone is either bound by fatalism or providence. There is no loop-hole here." his tone would be decollete, the idea still nagging at his head. he would be a creature of fatalism would he not? after all, he was a creature of action, preferring to do before think.

THANK YOU CANTTINA!

Head tilted slightly to the side, Erebos eyed the brute carefully. Something about him seemed off, though not in the way that Erebos was accustomed to. He was more familiar with his own problems and those of his family. He doubted that this brute had any mental dysfunction that could be attributed to anything like his own, but he couldn't help but wonder what made him different.



No matter what was said, the ebony male could not seem to place himself in either of the categories which the stranger mentioned. His mind and his actions were far too... complicated. At times he was on once side of the fence, but he could also frequently be found on the other. He felt inclined to investigate the stranger's thoughts further.



Please do explain why you think this. I am curious.

talk, think