there was a quiet to the world today. the moon would rise full this evening, the siren knew. the goddess would bless those who worshipped her, and tyche would be among them. this particular part of the coast intrigued her. it was a reminder that the sea could take life just a swiftly as she could give it. although the waves were small and benign now, the coastline here told a different story.
another part of this little slice of the world also drew tyche in: the caverns. she had spent several hours wandering in and out of them this morning, finding them a labyrinth of good energy. her new home until something better came along.
the silver nymph stood just outside one of the cavern's entrances, surveying the ocean and quietly contemplating her next move.
Heavy paws adorned with pink pads, carry him across the granulates of sand. It expands onward for miles and miles, so far that Eli can’t see the end before it disappears on the horizon. The alluring way it sinks between his toes when his paw splays out for a better grip. It’s almost therapeutic, he decides. The cooling white sand accents the stark contrast of the blacked rocks, worn with years of harsh waters.
He passes an interesting rock formation, how nature carved the rocks is beyond him. Then his eyes catch on another figure when he appears out from behind a great wall of sedimentary rock. His heterochromatic hues are stuck to the silhouette. Awaiting its reaction, he’s sure they’ve seen him. With his size, it’s unlikely for him to pass by unseen.
a large creature approached her, and tyche tensed. she was quick to remember the moon and sea. she must relax. they would protect her. she should be grateful for anything that comes to her, good or bad. a large, white male. nothing particularly interesting about him, but those were usually the best for her uses. those that were boring were less likely to be taken in by others. others liked the interesting ones, but tyche had been taught to take them in. see what they could offer beyond their appearance.
her eyes met his, sky blue and lavender to ice blue and gold. she nodded to acknowledge him, but she would let him approach her on his own terms. no need to beg him, for he was of the lesser sex.
Head held high, he continues to approach. Like a feline with its eyes on its prey his oddly colored hues never leave her silvery form. The only difference is that he holds no malice in the brightly colored eyes. Now he approaches, they’re now a comfortable couple meters away. As he sidles up to the female an easygoing grin settles on his face.
He takes in the cobalt grey of her pelt, the light gives it a silver sheen, the effect causes her to look positively glowing. Raking over her form shamelessly, he settles on her own unmatched eyes. The striking lilac causes him to stare a few seconds longer than needed before he finally speaks.
“You’ve made this place your home?” The male asks casually. “Your scent is everywhere.” Is all he states, gaze shifted heavily to watch her from above.
he continued to approach, and tyche assumed that he would be like all the other men she had met that had not found their way. bold, brash, thinking that she wanted to hear what they had to say. playing along with their pitiful little games was easy enough, though it was taxing at times. he assumed much in what he said, and the siren gave him a skeptical look. had he been watching her? following her? perhaps these caverns were lightly traveled and any scent was a rare occurrence.
only explore,
she said. cannot make any home until many wolves.
maybe he really was stupid enough to believe she would attempt to live on her own. it would not be the first time a male had shown himself to be an idiot.
His heterochromatic eyes match her own as he tilts his chin up to the female in a type of nod. “Of course.” He agrees coolly. Though he finds something to be amiss of the she-wolf. She carries herself differently, or maybe it’s just the her eyes watch him. Like there’s something behind them she’s not letting on.
Coming closer to her, his smile becomes mischievous. A playful glint in his eye also seems suspicious. “You have something you want to tell me?” He urges her to speak. Wondering what she would say.
no,
she replied. her tone remained neutral, and she tilted her head in mild curiosity. did he think that he could coax words out of her with a simple question? my, oh my, he really was not one of the bright ones. whatever potential he had would take far too much time and energy to reveal. some were just not worth it.
At the simple reply Cross laughs brilliantly. What a charmer. He thinks as he continues eyeing the female down. Maybe she’s in the mood for a spar or two? Wouldn’t hurt to try.
“Well then show me what you’ve got. Spar with me.” He calls to her confidently. “I’ll be gentle.” He grins casually, the usually easygoing smile he usually adorns accompanied with a mysterious twist to it.
Skipping a few feet his head lowers and he goes in to butt her shoulder playfully with his head. If the hit connects without the female moving away then he would’ve pounced away. The smirk he wears open enough to show teeth, his eyes are stuck on her with a playful gleam in them.
he was far too presumptuous. tyche grew bored, and when he swept in to touch her, she moved deftly out of the way. she had been trained a warrior from the moment she could stand on her own four paws. no,
she said, her eyes taking on a less pleasant expression. i leave now.
she wasted no time putting distance between herself and this idiotic, arrogant male. she needed to find somewhere safe to lay her head.
tyche out!
Eli out! Thanks for the thread! ;D
Elijah stands from his readied stance. Brows furrow and he scoffs when the woman announces her leave.
“If you say so.” He chuckles carelessly with a shrug. Watching the female walk away he wonders what has her to uptight.
Not point on overthinking something so useless he carries on throughout his day, unaffected by the encounter.