OSIRIS
In this land of make-believe, dead and dry
Long dark silver legs took effortlessly gliding strides towards my destination with ease. Each time a dark silver paw touched the ground it was lifted again a mere millisecond later, and the most beautiful thing about this? It was done without thought. It was something purely instinctual, something that had been deeply ingrained into my very core. I’m not sure if I like these new lands yet or not, but it had been my choice to come, had it not? It had been a long journey, and yet it was nothing I couldn’t keep my head over. I’ve been in worse situations, yes, much more dangerous and trying as well.
My face is void of any expressions, and I continue on with my light pawed and yet not entirely fast travel, my athletic muscles flexing and releasing with each movement that I made. The breeze is running it’s long whispery fingers through my dark silver coat, making it sway like fresh grasses in a playful wind. My thoughts are idle, my tail occasionally swaying from side to side as my dark azure eyes scan over the landscape ahead of me, searching for any signs that other wolves are within reach. It’s been some time since I had last had even a moment of companionship. Most silhouettes of wolves I came across on my travels had been just beyond my reach, or they turned tail and ran away just before I reached them, like I was some kind of demon here to drag them to the depths of hell. What disturbs me is just that, it bothers me that anyone can just look at me and think that, maybe I don’t deserve the time it takes to be so much as considered?
Not long after I had set a paw in these strange lands, did I wonder where exactly did I choose to set my paws. I heard tales of cannibals and of demons, and that there was some kind of war going on, and I’m hoping it all settles down soon. I don’t have time for demons, or for war dragging me back into it’s depths the second I set my paw somewhere new. As I slink gracefully as my mind is caught up in thoughts once more, my expressionless face changes to a thoughtful one. Each step brings me closer and closer, as if carrying myself to the answers. Maybe these demon infested lands would make up for it’s faults with something to keep me busy, working.
I slow to a rather swift halt at what I recognize as a border. I hadn’t been expecting one quite this soon, and so I just stand with my paws on the literal line for a few seconds, before I pull myself back to just outside of it and take everything in. I dip my head low to the ground, taking in and sorting through scents as I wait for anybody, and I do mean anyone, to find out that I’m at their border. I can feel that it will not be long. The sunlight catches and glitters on the lighter silvery patch on my head that’s vaguely shaped like a scythe, and it was uncommon enough that those who saw it seemed to think it meant something.
You're so cold, but you feel alive
i. no pack
ii. four
iii. male
iv. answers the call of none
v. unable to be subdued by fate
vi.no pups
vii. cousin is Hyourinmaru
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