August 07, 2014, 02:20 PM
For Leon. I am assuming he has met up with his traveling companion Hatshepsut, though I'll keep details vague.
Lestat had found his Egyptian Queen and had taken it upon himself to explore the surrounding lands. She had mentioned meeting a male who was seeking to start a pack, though Lestat did not like the sound of that; starting a new pack so soon before winter, and around these other packs, too? Wouldn't someone be angry or jealous? Never had he lived in an area so saturated with wolves. The scent was nearly intoxicating.
Again the wraith was scouting the forests, keeping his ghostly body to the shadows as the sun set. Flat grey eyes shone in the dying light, capturing the gold and orange rays in strange patterns. Lestat de Lioncourt waited patiently in the dimness, pausing long enough for the sun's last rays to die before moving boldly into full view.
He was tall, there was no denying that. Made for brain, not brawn, Lestat moved elegantly through the forest, smelling the stale traces of other wolves as he roamed. This would be a quiet place to rest, a gentle woods to begin again, though he had a feeling his companion would not be so inclined. Perhaps he could change her mind.
Lestat had found his Egyptian Queen and had taken it upon himself to explore the surrounding lands. She had mentioned meeting a male who was seeking to start a pack, though Lestat did not like the sound of that; starting a new pack so soon before winter, and around these other packs, too? Wouldn't someone be angry or jealous? Never had he lived in an area so saturated with wolves. The scent was nearly intoxicating.
Again the wraith was scouting the forests, keeping his ghostly body to the shadows as the sun set. Flat grey eyes shone in the dying light, capturing the gold and orange rays in strange patterns. Lestat de Lioncourt waited patiently in the dimness, pausing long enough for the sun's last rays to die before moving boldly into full view.
He was tall, there was no denying that. Made for brain, not brawn, Lestat moved elegantly through the forest, smelling the stale traces of other wolves as he roamed. This would be a quiet place to rest, a gentle woods to begin again, though he had a feeling his companion would not be so inclined. Perhaps he could change her mind.
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born to darkness, pt. 1 - by Lestat - August 07, 2014, 02:20 PM
RE: born to darkness, pt. 1 - by Leon - August 07, 2014, 07:36 PM