Meadowlark Prairie Codex

WC: 676

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When the wolf revealed himself, it was with a casual saunter that he approached, putting Bruges a bit more at ease. Had the wolf been stalking him, he might have been more inclined to worry, but in this case, the fellow that approached him had a calm, conservative air about him and didn't seem too intent on pushing him away from his catch. A comment was made, but in an even tone, which caused Bruges to feel a bit more comfortable and relax. Now that he knew he wasn't going to be ambushed, the surprise left and he lowered his hackles, resuming his usual, cool-as-can-be air. He dipped his head, a mild-mannered smile gracing his ebony lips as he looked down at the fox he'd killed, taking the compliment in stride. ”Thank you,” He said, and paused. ”Although- I must admit, the resemblance is a bit unnerving,” He said, lowering his head to lift the fox and show it to the dark wolf so that he might see, with those icy blue eyes, the way the fox- with its silver-ticked black pelt- met Bruges' looks in that it too had an almost identical streak of white running down along its chest. He placed it carefully on the ground, as though it in some way was a representation of himself, and a grim one at that.

Bruges wasn't a terribly uperstitious wolf at all, but there was something about the whole situation- killing an animal that looked just like him, but smaller and as a different species- that caused him a bit of concern. How rare were black foxes, anyway? This was the first one he'd seen, at least up close. He'd seen a melanistic coyote once, but not a fox...And for it to not only be black, but to bear the same white pattern on its chest just seemed like a strange coincidence. Not that Bruges woulc ever be able to assign some sort of meaning to the situation, like how one might interpret a dream. No, he'd never dabbled in such areas, and so, interpreting the whole situation was completely out of the question. He was weirded out by the unusual specimen he'd just killed, and perhaps felt a tinge of regret for killing something that looked so handsome.

Bruges was a creature with an eye for beauty, and though he wasn't particularly attracted to males, generally, he did find himself admiring the coat that the stranger wore as well. Envy showed in his features as he regarded the handsome male, whose fur almost had a blueish tint to it where the light touched it after passing through the silvery fog that kept them in dim, mystical light. Around his proud neck the fur faded to a silverish grey, and trailed down between his forelegs before fading back into the darker hue once more. His eyes stood out in stark contrast to his dark, handsome features and he- like sister- felt himself inexplicably allured by the quiet stranger. He can smell the scent of other wolves clinging to the male's plush, lovely pelt, and he finds himself even more allured- but not surprisingly so, as the male carries the scent of Fire on him, even if the scent is incredibly faint. Bruges, a master at disguising his thoughts, regards the handsome fiend before him with a calm, warm gaze. ”You live around here? I hope I'm not too close...” He said respectfully, and looked down at the fox at his feet. ”But if I am, here- take this as a peaceful tribute,” He said, and he picked up the fox he was fairly sure he couldn't bring himself to eat. He carried it toward the stranger and laid it on the ground humbly. He didn't really want to hand it over- but he had to get closer...Just to make sure that it was Fire's scent he smelled, and while it was faint, there was no mistaking it. He stepped back, satisfied that he'd found someone of interest...And he definitely intended to get closer to him.

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