Wolf RPG

A sickening sound wrent the silence of the mountain, briefly bursting from a patch of twisted trees. It was a wet sound, the kind of thing that made some people feel instantly sick, or maybe morbidly curious. A few moments after the silence returned, the burly silhouette of Revui rose like a phantom and lurched free of the shade. It was unusually bright today - more like summer weather - and as the silver-clad boy moseyed on to the trail, he had to squint against the glare.

In his bloodied jaws hung some kind of animal. The neck was twisted at an awkward angle and the head was a red pendulum of broken parts, kept together by ligaments and skin. Revui was unphased by the state of the stoat. There was the dimmest gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as he began to stride along the ridge, but that faded as swiftly as the sound of the animal's death had. He seemed lethargic. For a compulsive eater, the fact that he hadn't eviscerated and then eaten his prey as soon as he could was, well, bizarre.

He was oblivious to the shape of a wolf on the path. As he got closer, so did she — and with both of them distracted, it was only a matter of time before his beefy shape smacked right in to her slender one. This result in Revui opening his mouth to huff indignantly at whoever dared block his way (ignorant to the fact that he was really at fault), which meant the freshly killed stoat fell from his mouth - right in to Bee's path, crushing the flowers that had distracted her.

Hearing her say his name with such enthusiasm was weird. She was weird; aside from Speedy, Revui hadn't developed many relationships outside of his immediate family here in Moonspear, and he didn't feel there was room for another. Still, he knew he had to make nice to some degree. His ears lanced back at the sound of that exuberant voice, and he peered down at the bloody mess and crushed flowers just as Bee began to speak to them - of them - as if they were alive. The boy frowned at this - thinking that maybe he'd made a mistake for vouching for her, as she seemed to be a little bit touched.

No, he denied, answering her question even though she was addressing the flowers. He then pushed by her and roughly grabbed the dead stoat. Tiny petals from the crushed flowers, sticking to the bloodied mass he now held in his teeth, fluttered free and fell back to earth. He looked at Bee blankly as he passed her again - intent on moving along whether she wanted company or not.

At first he thought he'd be rid of her; that she'd take the hint and go back to whatever business had her impeding his route in the first place. He was striding along for only a few moments before she had rejoined his company, and proceeded to call him out on his attitude. Up until now he'd been in the clear; nobody had ever call him out like this, made him feel bad or wrong for his rough mannerisms. Revui stopped short and looked at her - it was hard to tell if he wanted to strike her down or not, but he looked absolutely stunned that she would say something like that to him. To him! A prince of this mountain being put in his place by a new recruit that talks to flowers!


It wouldn't have usually gotten to him. She was a nobody, here because she thought the mountain was pretty. They didn't really need her - they had Speedy, and she wasn't going to usurp his one non-familial friend in the short period of time since her arrival. But still, somehow, Revui felt his face flush beneath his silver coat. His grip on the dead stoat tightened, and a fresh dribble of bodily fluids sprouted from it, dripping on the dirt at the boy's feet while he tried not to say anything. 

He didn't answer the question, having become too flustered to do so, and resumed his stalking gait.

When she finally began to turn away, to leave him to his devices, there was a sensation of relief spreading through him. Maybe he should've felt guilty too, but Revui might not have had the capacity for it. He was trudging along the path instead, tasting the stoat in his teeth with a grimace, and reminding himself to steer clear of this newcomer until she's at least proven her worth. He totally missed the point she was trying to get at - and the prospect of being the wolf she meant to impress - but that went with the territory. Revui was not bright; once she left him alone, he took his surly self and resumed his work.