Haunted Wood something wicked this way comes

In the quick guerilla glimpse that Epic faintly caught from the other male, he could tell quite a lot in only the few seconds that his golden eyes saw the outlines of the shadow-y figure. Tall, muscular, scars. A soldier. In specific it were the scars that wavered on the lines of his interest, telling a tale of violent encounters, of being hurt once but now wearing them with pride. Those two scars carefully drafted upon Aries' muzzle. It was like a picture perfect was torn apart, now shining through imperfection. 

"Hey soldier." Epic said, breaking the silence as words shattered the silence and puff of breath-like white smokes filled the crisp, winter-like air. "There is more to you, isn't there? More to you, than only a soldier." Maybe Aries was a lean, mean fighting machine; a perfect soldier, a killer who never left behind a trace. But even still, there was something undefined that drew him to Aries. An unknown curiosity that triggered to find and learn more. Maybe it was dangerous. But even still, in those few moments they crossed glances Epic knew there was so much more to the male than being just that ... a soldier.