Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius. . .
Oddly enough the chill hadn't been noticed until I was still, then it settled with eerie familiarity into my plush pelt. The run here had warmed my body, the muscles protested but it was in a pleasing hum that they decided to do so, and as such I was more inclined to simply sit and rest a moment in the early hours of the day, where it is not fully light and yet not fully dark. Somewhere along the lines, my mind began to wander and I was watching the dark world of the forest slowly come to life. It was then that I felt it rather than heard it, like some bad dream come to life. It was as if a cold paw swept up my spine, leaving there hair there standing as bumps covered my skin under the softness of my fur. The yellow of my gaze moved finally as I watched shadow separate from wolf, the whisper of his paws against the earth having finally caught enough of my attention. That another being could move with such silence had stunned me, and the gait was natural, not forced, one could tell. It reminded me of my own steps, whisper soft against the ground even as I ran.
Beware the dark one, beware the dark one...
She had screamed in my dreams, her jade eyes had been wide with fear and her voice had been shrill and angry and fearful. I never knew the white wolf who plagues my subconscious, the one who I had come to listen to. I never pry my curious gaze from this male as he comes to me, though my childish instincts do make themselves prevalent and despite my obvious dislike for his invasion of my space, I find myself rolling onto my side. I make no sound except for the oof that leaves me as my form hits the dirt. I stared into the green of his gaze as he takes in my scent, my white ears laying back on my skull and I note the not-quite-there feeling of the weight of his eyes. An odd thought occurs to me as he seems to lose interest, one that occurs as I take in the scars under the dark ebony of his coat. His eyes look like hers, like the white wolf of my dreams, some of his facial features match. I get up from the ground as he moves passed me, my eyes eating him up as he lays there looking off as if I am inconsequential.
Maybe I am, though honestly I didn't quite know what to expect or think, the whole ordeal quickly becoming something I couldn't begin to understand. Though, I could recognize the instincts coursing through my brain, they told me to stay put and to stay quiet. Maybe I came into his territory? I study him in the quiet of the woodland morning, which consequently was not so very quiet as I would have hoped. So much of his frame reminds me of Adonis, of the way my brother carries himself, lays himself. In fact he reminds me so much of my own blood that I am quickly losing my initial fear of the mysterious wolf that has come across me.
Don't speak, use the natural language...
I listened to that inner voice, the one that sounded so much like mother's and yet so alien to my ears. I stood, shook the debris out of my monochrome pelt and moved closer to him. My ears perked forward, showing my obvious curiosity, and my head low, submissive. Something tells me he is more dangerous than any other wolf I have met, even my father. The nostrils of my pink nose flare out and I slowly move toward him, attempting to learn from the scent he has left so carelessly. I wave my tail once, then drop it, not quite sure what I should be doing. I sat down, a soft whine escaping as I stare at him, being polite and asking permission to come closer. I wondered what a conversation would be like with him, he hasn't said a word or made a noise as others would have, and maybe this is what sets me off about him. Maybe this is why I feel such apprehension. My ears remain back, and suddenly I wish I had not drifted so far from him, from my Adonis.
female || of diveen || two years || no love|| no bond || sister to adonis