Wolf RPG

asmodeus had remained some days near the stream pack where the dragonness had resided. but boredom took him again; he fucked off once more, this time cutting an angled path through the flatlands in the direction of the sea.

it was a stupid decision, but asmodeus often placed risk over logic if there were new things to be found on the other side.

four days' travel brought him to the frozen shoreline, equally trapped in ice and cut clean through by the horrible ocean winds.

"jesus fuck!" he swore loudly, huddled against the knifed edge of a snowstorm that had risen out of nowhere to pound the beach. he could barely see before him, hunched on the sand at the cleft of a river and the inexorably huge expanse of saltwater. 

this hadn't been worth it at all. asmodeus didn't care what sort of women made their home here, they were certainly all viking hags.

the snow whipped up again, provoking a grunt from asmodeus. with the lash of the wind came the scent of a stranger, and the reptile raised obsidian eyes to meet the answering glint of hematite.

he blinked, but despite being startled, asmodeus had become sluggish, a cold torpor settling over his limbs. and so he did not rise, merely stared at his dark twin with a mirthless smirk tugging at his mouth.

the serpent wanted to spit into the wind, hiss that he took orders from no wolf in this world. but the harsh voice had clashed with something in the demon's brain: it peeled from the part of asmodeus that would forever make him unfit to lead, and whispered: follow.

and so he rose, albeit with a sneer that curved between the whorling snowflakes. "lead on," asmodeus purled, a dangerous promise to the edge of his voice.