Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius. . .
Odd how much this wolf reminds me of her, his bone structure, the finer features of his face...that commanding atmosphere. It made me wonder who she was, and made me wonder too if this wolf would know of her by some chance. Of course, he has uttered not even a fragment of a sentence, not one syllable of a spoken word. His body spoke for him, the way he tilted his ears just so at my approach, I have heard Mother tell the stories of one like him. The wolf she described was jet black, with these emerald eyes. I had always imagined him as some giant of a wolf, some indomitable foe of all who would bow to no one and nothing, not even death. I know she only made that wolf up, to scare Adonis and myself into staying inside at night, so that is just not possible. Even at her stories, I am curious rather than afraid. I want to know what is behind the monsters of the legends, I want to see the gears that make them tick. But then, that could only be from the dreams. The white ghostly wolf with the pretty light green eyes, her pink nose is like mine, but I have seen others with this nose as well. His gaze had been intensely focused, more so than other wolves I have met, something that has me wanting to childishly tilt my head and ask why he was staring so hard, but it was what came after that made me stay silent. As if a switch had been thrown, he clicked off of me, as if I had simply disappeared.
So proud of him...
The whisper came from the dream, what she had said to me only a few weeks back. I watch as he lays himself down, golden gaze ablaze with a curiosity only spoken of. My gaze flickers slightly as I look in the direction he does, trying to spot what was so damned interesting about that part...oops, I said a bad word – don't tell mom...please? I lift myself up from my more tender position, shaking the leaves from my fur. My gaze catches the motion of his ear, though he continues to pretend I am not there. Curiouser and curiouser I move slowly toward him, crawling with my belly to the ground, my tail curled and my head and ears respectfully lowered. Unbidden the small whine leaves my lips, and I still a respectful distance away from him. I keep my eyes on him, wary of him, my every instinct telling me to run, to flee, but I must ignore this. I will not run just because he is strange, or because his eyes twisted in their sockets to look at me, his head twisting as if they follow the eyes' commands. I blink and my head snaps up, my teeth baring into a broad grin and I giggle a little. The rest of him had stayed completely motionless, and I found this to be a little amusing, if not just a tad disconcerting.
That's what I finally heard it, that hiss of leaves and pine needles as he rises rather quickly, my eyes going wide as he comes toward me. Instinct lashes out, my darkened hackles rising on my back even as I roll myself over, flashing my own fangs as my sharp growl mixes with the deep tones of his. I tuck my body as much as I can, teeth nipping gently at him, despite the seriousness of the occasion, I still feel nothing but curiosity. I am walking the very line between instinct and reason, my mind wishing to understand why he acts this way, my nature demanding that I do what I must to survive. My heart beat raises in my chest, adrenaline surges, but nothing of fear. Perhaps this is what I share with my Adonis, this lack of fear. I press myself to the ground as he circles me, rolling over onto my stomach once more, making small whimpers of submission and excitement, my tail waving despite myself at the intensity of the moment. I was thrilled to the core at this new feeling, hearing the sound of his rasping growl, a small puppy-esque growl of my own mixing with his notes as he lowers his head to my neck. I would give him all I had before I would go down, I could not read his intentions, he bore not a single hint within the iron mask of his face.
All I receive is the gentle brush of air on my spine, reminding me of where his muzzle was as he took in my scent, until he moves away again. I watch him in rapt fascination as he lowers his body once more to the ground, my head tilting until I find my tail thumping on the ground. Exuberance takes over my soul as I move to him, puppy-like habit of jumping around and yelping joyously kindly pushed to the side by reason and logic. I doubt he would appreciate such a thing, though I do kind of want to press his buttons, just to see what he would do. I want him to play. And I realize this as I watch his head lower to the ground, seeing the give in his face and knowing that this is his way of saying 'okay'. Moving forward cautiously, I watch his expression as I pause every step or so, just to make sure he hasn't changed his mind, then..the unexpected happens.
I pounce, fear and reservation going out the window, good by life we had a good run if he doesn't accept this gesture, and Adonis, I love you! I attack his ears first, giving a playful growl before I move away from his fangs and massive body, and bow down, using my body to tell him my intentions. I don't want to be hurt, I only want to see if you will play. If he doesn't respond at all, I will just mock charge him, all the while keeping my head low and my frame submissive enough. I don't even care that he hasn't spoken yet, or that neither of us had really, I just want to see how the loners play.
female || of diveen || two years || no love|| no bond || sister to adonis