there is a strangeness to settling in a pack whose claim was so far inland; distant from the sea. yet, kraken does not feel the miss of it was keenly as he, as cairn, perhaps should. the salt scent still lingers upon the windswept tendrils of his stonegray pelage but it is overpowered now by the stronger, more persistent scent of firefly glen. he gives himself a tour of the borders, walking them slowly so he might memorize them into muscle memory and then he heads further into the territory; towards its heart.
it is there he searches, in the cold morn before the sun began it’s rise in the sky, snuffling thru tall, dying grasses that sway and break off against his pawsteps, when he brushes too harshly against them, into his pelage, tangling with the wild fur. kraken seeks a den or, at least, something he might be able to turn into a den. a secluded place he could slumber without the itching need to watch his back.
these wolves are his packmates now but that does not soothe nor snuff out the primal instincts he’s been autopiloting on for some time now.
it is there he searches, in the cold morn before the sun began it’s rise in the sky, snuffling thru tall, dying grasses that sway and break off against his pawsteps, when he brushes too harshly against them, into his pelage, tangling with the wild fur. kraken seeks a den or, at least, something he might be able to turn into a den. a secluded place he could slumber without the itching need to watch his back.
these wolves are his packmates now but that does not soothe nor snuff out the primal instincts he’s been autopiloting on for some time now.
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the terrible shadow.
the beast with a million eyes
and a million ears.
the beast with a million eyes
and a million ears.
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or i can bring you in cold - by Kraken - November 03, 2020, 04:48 AM
RE: or i can bring you in cold - by Antares - November 06, 2020, 02:02 AM