The ghost had turned to the night and become nocturnal. The sun was much too harsh and Kaworu only braved the daylight hours when the sky was overcast with storm. He no longer watched the rain through a panel of glass, often caught in downpours that drench and weighed on the long strains of his pelt. Unlike his feral cousin he did not repel water from his coat efficiently, it chilled him to the bone and he invited the cold in.
Today the weather was fair, so the Borzoi had to seek out his water. His feet were light, long legs gliding with ease over the terrain of the Wilds. Kaworu did not wish to disturb the nature around him, barely upturning a leaf as he overstepped the underbrush and slithered into another shadow. Though he preferred the night, he had gone without sleep for two days now.
The world had a song, but this land rung with voices that haunted him in the twilight hours. He had grown to know the feral breed as vocal, their howls would not let him deny their heavy presence in the land. He was curious to know them and learn this song that seemed oddly familiar and yet so foreign, pieced by a language he swore he spoke but couldn't place on his tongue.
For now there was only the quiet of birdsong twittering in his ears as he bent his head to drink.
For the first time in days, she was spurred to travel abroad. Today her place was not upon the mountain and instead the greater waterways called her in summons. Inexplicably, she felt it as so deep in her bones. Despite the ailing shoulders (which she knew were bruised deep, they hurt unlike an average bump) and healing wound on her side, she insisted. She had rested all week anyway. Although she could still feel Ferdie's vague disapproval from here. He would understand that she was not to be cooped up for good, scabs or not.
Her travels were slower than usual, albeit purposeful and investigative. She knew these paths well so had no other reason to take it slow. When it met with the river, she took to the waters to slosh through the shallow edge, over the river-rocks and sand. Soon her legs and underbelly were slicked with water and she was at a steadily-increasing ease.
Perhaps she ought to fish, she reasoned, and began skimming the waters for possible prey. She was unwilling to exert herself significantly, so hoped to spot an easy catch. Instead of suitable prey, she spotted the visage of a strange beast and stilled her paws just where they were with the current licking at her ankles.
Ghostly white, tall and alarmingly elegant in a way she had never beheld, her eyes were quick to a squint at the sight of him. She lowered her head, stared, and did not know what he was or what to make of her riverside company. The sorts of domesticated dogs were not in her experiences and she found herself particularly wary after seeing the albino cougar not so long ago. All these curious, moon-hued creatures... and not so long after the moon's light had been so dramatic..
Amekaze was torn between wanting to see him in motion and staying far away from him. She said nothing, and only watched.
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i want to bleed in the 「r a i n」
She was dark feral beauty opposite of his glass-like and sharp charm. They were both swift creatures, but for all the weight of his paw against the earth hers held more power. The she-wolf did not immediately react to him, muscles tense between them he sought find his usual courteous nature and the tremble in his tail became a small wave of greeting. Otherwise he did not move, nor did he dare to speak, his own eyes falling to the damp earth clenched between his toes.
Between them, it was still. She weighed her options and studied, only encouraged when his tail waved slightly in greeting. All else about him seemed so bizarre, yet curious at the same time. There was an allure about him as well, however she could not explain what it was. His seemingly measured reaction to her allowed this to outweigh her unease, so she glided into motion to draw nearer.
Her path arced around him as it came closer for she intended to circle him, should he allow it. She wanted to see how he would react, so raised her tail up just some, but not far enough to sling it up over her back in an entire display. All the while, her eyes were glued to his pale form and she rumbled lowly, though smirked curiously -- the note was not in malice, but curious satisfaction instead. What are you? was the unspoken question brimming in her eyes as she looked him up, down, and all around.
She suddenly swept even closer, sniffing him purposefully, pressuring his space and hoping to encourage him into motion with the intrusion all at once. She wanted to see him dance, and the best way she knew how was to walk the fine line of not-quite violence. Ame's own steps were light and quick, despite old lingering aches that only showed when she took a step too sharply. However she did not worry. He may have been tall but should he turn on her with teeth and claw, she would rise to meet it just the same as any other.
And yet, nature would have it that their time together would be short-lived. Life soon pulled them in opposing directions and Amekaze bid him a silent, but curious, farewell and set off to jog further down the river. She had duty to attend and he had been an interesting encounter, no matter how brief.
i want to bleed in the 「r a i n」