creature fear

Kierkegaard · October 23, 2014, 07:01 PM

Obediently, the massive creature seemed to linger behind her small frame like a pale shadow. His appearance was ghastly in comparison to what he had been no more than two weeks prior. While Kierkegaard was still a large creature, his frame had been shaved down so that his bones jutted from his body, noticeably gaunt. Somehow, he seemed less tame – more feral – in this state than he had before. His eyes would dart cautiously to the moving brush and the natural sounds of the world around them would stir something in his gut. Off and on, small stirrings would cause the fur along his spine to stand rigid and his lip to reel over his canines. He was a loaded spring, waiting only to burst forward.
Trailing behind her, his ears were drawn forward at the mention of altars. Flicking his gaze in the direction intended, he frowned softly at the sights of them. It interested him for only a moment before he was unable to focus on the idea any longer. Pain shot through his rear leg and he swallowed heavily, drawing his tongue across his lips slowly. They pressed forward once more.
The cave was capacious. Kierkegaard allowed his eyes to wander for a moment A strange mixture of scents wafted through the male’s nostrils, and he glanced awkwardly from Caiaphas to the room that surrounded them. While the aroma of other wolves hung in the air, they were stale enough for him to realize that there were no others in the cave. In spite of his desperation, Kierkegaard felt madly out of place in Caiaphas’ home. He was the ghostly figure in a dark and secluded room. Yet, he could not express to the female how grateful he was for the hospitality.
Peering curiously at her, his eyes slipped away when her tapered muzzle made a gesture towards a pool at the center of the room. For a moment, he stood awkwardly beside her, breathing heavily through his nose. The hare was clasped in his jaws and he did not know where she wanted him to leave it… though that should not have been a priority on his list of concerns. Carefully, he lowered it towards the ground – near her paws – and nudged it forward without saying much of anything. After doing so, the massive grey creature turned to the pool she had and slowly limped towards it.
The salted water seemed to spring both immediate relief and a sharp, cleansing pain into his leg. He huffed a heavy sigh, throwing his head upwards with a groan that quickly followed. When the initial surprise had ebbed away, he drew his eyes towards her waif-like frame. “Caiaphas,” he growled softly, still breathing wearily. “Thank you.”