The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

Everything seems completely normal. Until it’s not. Donovan even thinks he can get a name out of the handsome — yet beautiful wolf. Though things take an unexpected turn for the worst it seems. A demon that lies deep inside the other male perhaps? An old memory resurfaced? Maybe both? Either — or, Donovan can’t do anything but watch as the slate fur settled along his spine bristles and puffs out like porcupine quills. He’s struggling to stand and his emerald green eyes are blank — gone or blind. Strangely enough a stretched smile even makes it onto the others maw.

At this point Donovan raises his head, circular brows high and his sun-like eyes are unable to look away from the questionable scene unfolding before him. What the fuck is happening? Is all that goes through his mind. 

It only gets worse. The unnamed man is quivering — shaking like a leaf. Falling to the ground he begins stuttering. His voice sounds like a broken record and Donovan can not decipher what or why this is happening. The situation paired with the sound rushing water that surrounds them has the brindled male on edge.

Gazing down to the other he slowly cranes his head to be level with his own straight back. “I don’t understand.” He says back. Confusion evident in his shimmering, honey-gold hues. “What’re you talking about? Are you okay?” He inquires and dares to take a step forward. Touching a leathery nose to a slate shoulder. What does he even do?