02-27-2022, 07:05 PM
They were getting bold.
They were getting close. Too close.
Rangy mountains had been a haven away from the throes of society, from the bustling howl of city life and the more docile affairs of country living. It was quiet. It was cold. Most importantly, it was free. It was free of the people that would have shunned a life like his. People that would have held civility over his head, proper this and proper that. Shun the beast and pretend to be like the mortals. Why? What made them better? At least here, in the untamed mountains of Vufrien, he was allowed to be seen in the face of the wolf.
It was the guise he wore now, a pelt of orange tangled with strands of black and white, a creature with more leg than body. A beast that hunted his prey.
They'd been nesting in the mountains of late, encroaching upon the maned wolf's domain. While this one did not harbour the same scent as the mortals of Sanctuary, he still trailed her from a distance, narrowed eyes skeptical as they watched the feminine silhouette. She smelled of them; the people of Kaisermont. He thought of them, of their glowering stare, the glow of their eyes, the judgment which lingered behind. He thought of them and growled low and deep, a soft warning to the human-wolf.
"Leave!" The human-esque bark would reach out to her mind. "This is no place for a dog playing human."
They were getting close. Too close.
Rangy mountains had been a haven away from the throes of society, from the bustling howl of city life and the more docile affairs of country living. It was quiet. It was cold. Most importantly, it was free. It was free of the people that would have shunned a life like his. People that would have held civility over his head, proper this and proper that. Shun the beast and pretend to be like the mortals. Why? What made them better? At least here, in the untamed mountains of Vufrien, he was allowed to be seen in the face of the wolf.
It was the guise he wore now, a pelt of orange tangled with strands of black and white, a creature with more leg than body. A beast that hunted his prey.
They'd been nesting in the mountains of late, encroaching upon the maned wolf's domain. While this one did not harbour the same scent as the mortals of Sanctuary, he still trailed her from a distance, narrowed eyes skeptical as they watched the feminine silhouette. She smelled of them; the people of Kaisermont. He thought of them, of their glowering stare, the glow of their eyes, the judgment which lingered behind. He thought of them and growled low and deep, a soft warning to the human-wolf.
"Leave!" The human-esque bark would reach out to her mind. "This is no place for a dog playing human."