The scarred shallows were treacherous, whispering death upon the foolish should they not respect the apparent danger posed. It was the eye that uttered this threat in muted tones. The void of what had once been a seeing thing, conveying so soundly the threat the host of the vacant eye possessed. No creature bore a scar that was not without reason. The more horrid the brand, the more of a threat the living posed. For whom would seek to cripple another if not in the hopes of lessening their aura of danger?
She walked toward him carefully, lightly, drawing nearer to the rippling shadows to the origin of their creation, brandished by an onyx side. The shadows themselves would part in beckon, inviting the lone wanderer to find solace in their warmth. Their frayed wisps curled by a cool night wind pulling first the female by sight, then by the anticipation of a shared heat found within the shadowy abyss.
Inch by careful inch she lowered herself to the ground within the shadow of her stranger, then crawled forward with head low til snow dusted ears pat the scars of his pasterns and she was embraced. The warmth was intoxicating, a drug for the senses. A sample was not enough as she drew herself closer pressing creme flank against his belly then let her head rest comfortably on the tops of his well-weathered paws. And she was silent save for the soft growl of gratitude. |