Hideaway Strath Dreadful Happenstance

A still breeze…

       It had swept between them gifting the only motion to their scene. On one side stood Priest brave enough to look upon a forbidden tower where the other side glared down from on high.

Krynn shivered when he froze realizing who stalked him now. It was a grand display of recoil as Priest’s form shifted to oblige Krynn’s and his own happenstance, their awkward meeting in this place. That alone set the Night Wolf’s fur to stand.
Then there was the stillness that followed her name. Krynn’s scowl deepened in that moment and purified herself of any and all attraction she held for the much larger Wolf. Of course, he couldn’t say anything! Of course, he wouldn’t listen! Such a simple request tittering on the verge of a demand but Priest the stout Male that he is wouldn’t heed it. Couldn’t abide to it! Krynn’s maw twisted and those silvery gems that were her eyes narrowed.

It was an unrefined pair of questions. How was she? What is up? Krynn physically began to shake with anger and still wouldn’t be able to brutalize his arrogant body as she was now. A daydream flashed across her mind to pounce upon him and rip out those eyes, turn them into a treat, and laugh as he wondered the world dumb AND blind.
However, what she did not realize was that she had blushed all the while her rage stirred. For as much as she hated him Priest held one commendable attribute and that was his idiocy.

Only a fool remained unhinged when she nipped at the air with words to brandish that warning. That simple request to leave; -and here he was. So she answered, “The sky…” and, “…adequate. “


The wind whistled between them now. It was his turn now that his moronic nature kept her seated.