Wolf RPG

asmodeus had promised the golden idol he would return, but the farther he traveled from the tuktu, the more reluctant he had grown. why return? she had not indicated it would be anything short of another power struggle, and the reptile was wearied at the thought.

no need to return when more inviting country lay ahead.

on the borders of a pack he circled, paused, hovered ghostlike in a forest choked with winterpine.

asmodeus tipped back his head, cried out to those women therein who might spare a fancy for a passing traveler.

his croon was effective; a wasp-waisted, leggy thing materialized out of the snowy world, headed directly toward his eye-range.

he observed her with an open desire, a grinning mouth without a glitter to match his own lightless stare. 

closer now, to see the two-toned gemstones of her eyes. "you're a sight," asmodeus offered, pausing in the drifts some feet away.

"something like that," asmodeus teased back, drinking her in with a fine appreciation for her sculpted limbs and knowing, intelligent eyes.

"i called for one of them," the serpent mused, a cursory scenting of the air revealing that she was not from the neighboring pack. free as he was.

"but now i'm forgetting about whoever they are," asmodeus purred, coalsmoke eyes drifting to her own. 

he stole another step, another, testing her receptiveness with a single reach of pallid muzzle.

the woman did not strike, but he saw in her coiled figure the potential of it. and so asmodeus retracted his offer for the time being, sauntered beyond the siren to pick up a game trail.

"the herds are coming back. we should fuck with them," the reptile suggested with a low laugh, gesturing toward the gates of the nearby pack.

"the classic 'we killed something that was yours' game is always fun," asmodeus mused aloud, falling into step along the little path. "or we could stampede the elk right into their land. who knows," he grinned, long legs moving with a nimble excitement.