November 11, 2018, 04:46 AM
polarys tears another strip of meat from his kill, savoring it. he eats it slower than he normally would, giving his mind time to register that he was eating in the hopes that it would signal that it was full without consuming more than he actually needs. he wants to devour it but he knows better and this time, practicality and logic wins over desire. he is lone. winter is bearing down hard upon these lands. prey still seems rather accessible ...but for how long? he knows nothing about these lands, about the migration patterns of these herd animals. he chews and swallows and lowers his muzzle, staining crimson from where it disappears into the corpse to find some other piece to eat only to look up with a snap of his head to attention at the sound of approaching footfalls.
she would've blended in well with the fresh snow that dusted this world; except for her eyes. two twin orange suns staring out at him from the delicate and pretty planes of her face. bi-colored gaze of pale silver and deep violet assess her. his hackles bristle for the briefest of moments, ready to protect his prey ...but they smooth a moment later. she appears to have froze staring at him, just as uncertain as him he presumes. he draws his tongue across his jowls in an attempt to clean them, swiping up bits of carrion that cling to the short, blood stained hairs. the stains ...they would have to fade and wash off on their own, unfortunately.
he draws in a breath, scenting the air. there is no breeze to aid him but he thinks he smells the scent of many against her pale pelage. under normal circumstances it might've made him nervous but polarys is confident that he is not in any danger of being too near any pack lands. there were no pack scents anywhere around the peak he current haunts and thus he offers a rumble of greeting, not bothering to mask his curiosity,
so long as she doesn't try to take his kill from him he doesn't see any reason why he can't be civil.
she would've blended in well with the fresh snow that dusted this world; except for her eyes. two twin orange suns staring out at him from the delicate and pretty planes of her face. bi-colored gaze of pale silver and deep violet assess her. his hackles bristle for the briefest of moments, ready to protect his prey ...but they smooth a moment later. she appears to have froze staring at him, just as uncertain as him he presumes. he draws his tongue across his jowls in an attempt to clean them, swiping up bits of carrion that cling to the short, blood stained hairs. the stains ...they would have to fade and wash off on their own, unfortunately.
he draws in a breath, scenting the air. there is no breeze to aid him but he thinks he smells the scent of many against her pale pelage. under normal circumstances it might've made him nervous but polarys is confident that he is not in any danger of being too near any pack lands. there were no pack scents anywhere around the peak he current haunts and thus he offers a rumble of greeting, not bothering to mask his curiosity,
hello.
so long as she doesn't try to take his kill from him he doesn't see any reason why he can't be civil.
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“his name tasted of marrow and fire,
of wisping smoke, of immortality and power
and the raspy whisper of darkness.”
of wisping smoke, of immortality and power
and the raspy whisper of darkness.”
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divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate - by Polarys - November 03, 2018, 09:59 AM
RE: divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate - by Takiyok - November 07, 2018, 07:20 PM
RE: divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate - by Polarys - November 11, 2018, 04:46 AM
RE: divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate - by Takiyok - November 12, 2018, 08:37 PM