Big Salmon Lake to the fall
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A responsive chuff did not come immediately. Not in the direction of the now ceased footfalls, nor in any other direction which left the wretched with a shiver down his spine and the consideration his mind had imagined them. Sinaaq was quick to shoot down the consideration that, perhaps, his sanity wasn't as pristine as he would have liked to boast of, if only because the sounds had been rather distinctive and he did not give his imagination the credit of being able to make something sound so real. The darkling shuffled the dirt beneath his paws as he waited, weighing his options. He could seek out the promise of brief company, if he was going off of the assertion that he had not imagined the sound of footfalls, or if he would spurn it as he did most days and continue on in his bubble of seclusion. The decision was made for him when an answering chuff finally broke through the veil of fog that obscured the landscape thickly. Playing strangers wasn't necessarily something Sinaaq would be quick to say that he was good at but there was a part of him — presumably the canine instincts — that desired companionship; desired socialization even if it was brief, which most of Sinaaq's interactions with others tended to be though this was mostly of the wretched's own design.

Eyes of fierce, liquid gold remained trained on the massing shapes as he, slowly as to not end up, literally, running into his enigmatic and currently well hidden companion, began to make his way in the direction the answering chuff had originated from. As slowly as Sinaaq moved, a shape began to become more distinct, giving the other man the impression that he was melting from the fog as first a silhouette was cast and then, the closer that Sinaaq drew, more distinctive features became apparent. “Hallo,” The German word pushed itself from betwixt the tall, albeit willowy Arrluk's lips, close enough to it's English counterpart that even if the other man didn't understand German it wasn't too hard to tell what had been said to him as a greeting.

Messages In This Thread
to the fall - by Sinaaq - September 20, 2014, 08:20 AM
RE: to the fall - by Mordecai - September 20, 2014, 12:36 PM
RE: to the fall - by Sinaaq - September 23, 2014, 08:23 AM
RE: to the fall - by Mordecai - September 24, 2014, 12:04 AM
RE: to the fall - by Sinaaq - September 25, 2014, 01:23 PM
RE: to the fall - by Mordecai - September 27, 2014, 01:29 AM
RE: to the fall - by Sinaaq - October 04, 2014, 07:22 AM
RE: to the fall - by Mordecai - October 06, 2014, 01:28 AM