i lack much more than innocence
01-06-2014, 05:00 AM
Coming to the brink of the water the masked brute would stare across the tumult waters, as the waves crashed against the shore. The dank waters were a hue of a gray, toned with a dark blue, and a cold breeze would blow against his coat as he stood, his paws kneading into the sand. Taking in the salty air, he took a deep breath, releasing it, as he turned, patrolling and lurking at the waters edge, wondering what lurked beneath it's depths. He wasn't one for deep thought, but he did wonder what else was out there. Was his Amaranth out there? As soon as he found her, she seemed to have been stripped from him and in the aftermath of Morphine's death he was faced with the horrors of being the only one, aside from the daring little daughter of hers to look after the creatures he had spawned. An annoyed sigh escaped him, this was not how it was supposed to be. As he aged, his children would grow to wreak more havoc on this land than he ever had, more than any creature here could hope to bestow. He wondered what legacy he'd leave in these lands with his departure, after all no one here had succeeded his level of terror. He was the nightmares pups were warned of. Settling to his rump, he'd stare out over the water, lost in thought though all too aware of his surroundings.
01-06-2014, 11:25 AM
He was no fool to the presence of others on the beach, as he was no fool not to notice the approach of the dame. Choosing to feign ignorance, he would not turn to face her, waiting until she would draw closer to him before he would speak. The white brute would sit there, muscles coiled as he stared out across the bay. The salty air met his nose with a tang, clouding the scent of the approaching stranger, though he could deduce that he had not met her. No the sweet scent that she left in the air was new to him. That would make the day far more entertaining. He listened carefully, though worked to keep it to seem his attention was focused on the water. When she drew close enough for his liking, he would speak, his voice leaving him softly, but cold, calculating.
"It's not wise to sneak up on a stranger, belle."
Belle. He always had to address others as such. God, please don't be ugly. He'd think before causally turning his head to inspect the new arrival.