Firefly Glen wildflower

the forest was a labyrinth of shadows, its gnarled trees clawing at the sky. pale moonlight splintered through the canopy, casting fractured patterns on the ground. amidst the darkness, a figure emerged—a wolf cloaked in obsidian, flecked with blonde like stars lost in a void.

faust moved with purpose, golden eyes sharp and searing. his broad shoulders cut through the underbrush, his presence thickening the air. silence followed him, a predator of its own, as if the woods dared not challenge his dominion.

he stopped abruptly, muscles coiled, ears twitching for any sign of life. the scent of earth and prey lingered, but it brought no answers. impatience stirred within him, hot and sharp.

where, he growled, the sound a low thunder, am i?

his gaze swept the shadows, seeking anyone foolish—or bold—enough to approach. someone would answer him. they would have to.

Purgatory, perhaps.

The woman called out from the shadows where she hid, unafraid but cautious all the same. Her heavily-accented voice carried melodically through the air. There was no trace of her own wonder or sorrow in the words, yet she felt these things. The truth was that she had asked herself this question more than once.

Maybe the answer didn't matter at all.

Her pale eyes gleamed from the dark, but she made no move.

faust's gaze snapped to the source of the voice, sharp as a blade. his golden eyes glinted, catching the faintest light, and his lips curled in a faint, humorless smile.

fucking purgatory. his voice was low, rich, laced with disdainful amusement. 

he stepped closer, his heavy frame moving with a predator’s grace, the ground beneath him yielding in silence. he didn’t bother looking for her fully; the glimmer of her pale eyes was enough to mark her.

do you enjoy the sound of your own riddles? he challenged, his tone as biting as the night air. 

he stopped, just shy of the shadows that cloaked her, a towering silhouette against the fractured moonlight. come out, he ordered, his voice dropping into a commanding growl. unless you prefer to stay hidden like prey.