Mount Apikuni death walks among you

Closing up my outdated Cypress and Eirlys threads. ♥

The intensity of his harrowing emotional trauma and the fingers of withdrawal that dug dirty nails into his quivering flesh bred within the dark wolf a chronically hyperesthetic aspect; his skin was alive and rippling with droves of tremors, and atop his narrow crown the hellhound’s ears twitched and swayed. Restlessness made him coltish but he remained maladroit as crepitating limbs wormed into a subpar foundation and brought him to stand unassumingly before the ghoul. He did not whip around but turned with slow deliberation, a gnarled treant with spidery limbs. At once he drank in Her black fur and blue eyes.

Not Easy.

This was the girl.

He didn’t know Her name anymore, and his uncertainty was made plain with a mute bid for distance, a shuffling of scarred limbs into something malleable and soft. Tall ears swept back against his skull, his wild mane of fur making it impossible to tell whether his hackles were lifted or he was merely a windtossed victim of his environment. “I waited for you,” the words gritted from his jaws like marrow from cracked bone, his tongue weeping venom. The accusation might have been applicable to his lost brothers; to his first best friend; to his first love; or to Easy, the only wolf with a name. He spoke with no inflection, each syllable parceled out with the same acrimonious nuance, the contortion of his already foreboding facial features betraying what travail it was to birth such vitriol. “You did not come.”

Uneasily, he lurched to his paws and forced himself even further away from Her, realizing how blatantly he’d overstepped his boundaries. She did not deserve his ire, even if She had not come back to him. At first, he strove only to get himself out of lunging range — but his will was weak and his body took over. He kept moving long after She was out of sight.