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Ooc — Victoria
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January 24, 2015, 06:48 AM
As Sinaaq traversed deeper into Blackfoot Forest, fierce eyes of liquid gold studying the familiarity of the path he currently took, having spent most of his time during his last excursion to the Teekon Wilds inhabiting this very forest, drawn in by the allure of the shadows and the
lure of haunting like any dark creature would be. It did not fall to fail to the darkling's notice that it would, still, make a good place to claim for a pack. The legends surrounding it might be enough to keep trespassers and the too curious away from the borders; not to mention a decent amount of prey inhabited this woodland. It was more sparse in the cold and harsh clutches of winter but that was everywhere, of course. Even so, travel outside of the forest would not have been necessary lest a bigger herd was wanted.
The idea lingered like an open, festering wound in his mind but Sinaaq had no intentions of acting upon it. He had never led a day in his life, unless taking care of and telling his nephew, Adlartok what to do counted as leading — which Sinaaq did not. The darkling's thoughts were broken by the sound of another's footfalls in the snow, crunching under their own weight and with a cant of his head, Sinaaq's own steps ceased. Not too soon after, the voice called out to him. The voice gave her away readily as a female, though this assumption was proven correct as Sinaaq turned to face her, liquid gold gaze sweeping over her form. There was a small tug of familiarity there though the darkling could not readily place it, certain that he had never met her before.
Brow rose into a wicked arch over his right eye as his ears cupped forth to hear her question though she was not so far away from him now. "I was," He corrected her softly, though his Germanic accent made it hard for anything he spoke to sound soft. Admittedly, he was glad for the distraction from thoughts that she offered him, even if temporarily. He no longer wished to be haunted by them: by Solia, Adlartok or anything else and yet persistent they remained.