 just what we all need more lies about a world that
n e v e r w a s a n d n e v e r w i l l be It had been a very long and very uneventful Winter. With the cold came raging hormones, internal clocks demanding attention of the finest sort. And yet, the massive, handsome male had refused himself the simple pleasures this past season. Why, one might ask? Because the only wolf to catch his eye had slipped off the radar. Or at least, his radar. Not that he had tried too hard to actually find her. Infact- he hadn't tried at all, but more so went about the mindset 'if I find her- I find her. If not. Well. Tough shit.' It kept things simple and easy, and this was something even he could appreciate. Artimus could also appreciate the succulent fawn now hanging from his relaxed jaw. The golden tan colour of his muzzle was stained with the brightest crimson, the occasional droplet falling from his dark lip to paint the soil beneath him, occasionally his own paws. It didn't bother him. He kept himself clean- but was never a fuss when it came to messes. Especially one so delectably.. delicious. Repositioning his grip, there was the softest involuntary groan that bubbled up from within his throat. The new position he now had on his morsel caused a fresh river of blood to seep from the neck wound he had inflicted, coating his long thick tongue and registering quite well with his senses. He was going to enjoy this one. And then it's hitting him, that intoxicating scent he had first come across within Moladion. Without missing a beat, his large golden paws are pivoting and he's moving in her direction. Dark and bright amber irises, flecked with an even more billiant gold and white, giving them a textured appearance find her pristine fourm and a deep, masculine growl is rumbling within his chest. It was not one of a threat or that of aggression. In fact- it was one of the most pleasant greetings he had ever given anyone, and it showed in his expression as he sauntered his way over to her. Not bothering to free his mouth, his words are murmured around the fawn. 'Well well well. What have we here?' Making it a point to look her up and down, his expression is flavoured with a smirk before his gaze finds her own. Those brilliant neon pink irises of her own has him pausing- simply staring, before a dark chuckle broke the silence between them. 'So rough..' his words trailed off when his ever obersvant gaze caught on to the fact that her lovely fur no longer looked pristine. In fact- she appeared rather disheleved and even almost.. injured, the more he looked at her. And the more he gazed upon her, the harder his jaws clenched around the fawn, cracking bones and ripping flesh a new. 'Talks like this.' ⁶ ⁶ ⁶ |