[size=medium]"sell your soul not your whole self"[/size]
[size=small]As the one-man act decended through the treacherous slopes of the ridge the roar of the waves seemed to grow louder. In the same way that the foamy tongues of the waves licked the sand off the shore, Ciervo's own tension seemed to fade away, carried by the ocean only to be left adrift somewhere far away. He continued to weave his way down the dangerously narrow path that led to the beach, his paws trying to get as much grip on the steep rocks that served as flooring.
A misplaced paw could mean death, but a trip to the beach could mean decent dinner.
Along the lonely edges of the beach lied the most varied buffet a wolf could hope for. From beached sea creatures to crabs and snails the place reeked of possibilities, none of which would be ignored by the opportunist Ostrega. While his preference was undoubtedly red meat he was not one to turn away from opportunities, let alone those that involved food. As a loner he could use the extra nutrients sea food could provide and as an hardly amused soul he could use the variety. Little did he know that now he would most probably be booking a table for two.
As he had initially walked carelessly past the gargoyle that was Echelon, he failed to awkwnoledge her existence or importance. Like the statue she had described herself to be, the Ostrega's eyes had assumed her to be nothing another boulder laying in the scenery. Nothing special, nothing useful.
Now, however, as he neared the final ledge of the jagged ridge's side he became more aware of a shadow that did not obey his motions.
A shadow that was its own.
He gave a low chuff as he twisted an ear back to finally give whatever or whoever was retracing his steps a signal of awkwnoledgement. It didn't matter whether the shadow would now own up to its identity or if would remain forever unidentified.
As long as things didn't intervene in his plans Ciervo gave little importance to formalities.
Besides, he had come for food not companionship.
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A misplaced paw could mean death, but a trip to the beach could mean decent dinner.
Along the lonely edges of the beach lied the most varied buffet a wolf could hope for. From beached sea creatures to crabs and snails the place reeked of possibilities, none of which would be ignored by the opportunist Ostrega. While his preference was undoubtedly red meat he was not one to turn away from opportunities, let alone those that involved food. As a loner he could use the extra nutrients sea food could provide and as an hardly amused soul he could use the variety. Little did he know that now he would most probably be booking a table for two.
As he had initially walked carelessly past the gargoyle that was Echelon, he failed to awkwnoledge her existence or importance. Like the statue she had described herself to be, the Ostrega's eyes had assumed her to be nothing another boulder laying in the scenery. Nothing special, nothing useful.
Now, however, as he neared the final ledge of the jagged ridge's side he became more aware of a shadow that did not obey his motions.
A shadow that was its own.
He gave a low chuff as he twisted an ear back to finally give whatever or whoever was retracing his steps a signal of awkwnoledgement. It didn't matter whether the shadow would now own up to its identity or if would remain forever unidentified.
As long as things didn't intervene in his plans Ciervo gave little importance to formalities.
Besides, he had come for food not companionship.
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of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - January 21, 2015, 09:35 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - January 23, 2015, 12:23 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - January 24, 2015, 02:21 AM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - January 31, 2015, 01:58 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 02, 2015, 03:34 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 03, 2015, 09:49 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 05, 2015, 05:41 AM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 06, 2015, 07:34 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 08, 2015, 03:12 AM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 11, 2015, 10:20 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 11, 2015, 10:41 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 12, 2015, 06:17 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Echelon - February 13, 2015, 02:22 PM
RE: of winter and the bleak cold breath - by Ciervo - February 20, 2015, 10:45 PM