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Posted on February 23, 2014 at 03:58:42 PM by S o r c i e r
 - - - - - - ❧ - - - - - - Acknowledging the climb of the morning star with the cracked opening of his right eyelid, the topaz marble had glanced around briefly to take in his surroundings. The wolf’s eyes were like crystal balls that had capsulated the very essence of fire itself. Aside from the gashed black of his iris, it was encompassed by the depths of gold that had flakes of copper and splinters of ruby, like fresh sparks spat in his eye. The ground had seem undisturbed since the wolf had decided to rest his eyes for the moment, aside from the worn down path from his anxious treading about as he awaited to be greeted by someone, something, any sort of company, really. A disgruntled sigh had bellowed out from cracked, blackened lips which briefly expressed the set of jaws that the male had possessed. With his ears swiveling backward in a pin against his skull, his eyes had closed themselves for a moment as his jaws opened obnoxiously wide to permit the escape of a pitched yawn before shivering out the awakened adrenaline that now accompanied him. Sorcier had lain himself under the shelter of a large tree, to which species he was not entirely sure since they were not from his homeland. The last thing the male wanted was to intrude on someone’s den, even if it meant that the result would be that his pelt would pay the price. The variety that his coat had offered was something that Sorcier had taken pride in, as it wasn’t just one or two colors, splashes of this or that—it was a plethora of things. It was thick all over, disregarding the change of seasons. The base colour is a rust darkened brown that covers the majority of his build. Variations of red and gold tones glisten through the depths on every occasion, not needing the sunlight to bring their hues to life. A patch of crème lays at the bottom of his jaw, the jowls of his cheeks, and his belly before it can subtly be noticed at the bottom of his paws. While rustles of charcoal follicles litter across his profile, mostly seen at the crown of his skull, it also can be found mid-way through the length of his tail, and becoming more solid at the tip. Lastly, the only black patches that can be found blemishing this rich coat is around his eye sockets, only by faint brushes, just to enhance the power of his eyes and bring an unfathomable contrast. Now, the morning dew had beaded up at the surface after it had saturated through the layer upon layer of matted locks that his coat had presented and brought it to dulled shades of mahogany and darkened brown. At the moment, Sorcier wasn’t much of a charming sight, as he looked more rogue and unkempt than he would have preferred. I suppose one should be grateful to not have company last night..The sarcastic thought fluttered in his mind for a bit as he craned his head downward to stroke his velvet tongue along the length of his forelegs down to the paw, to collect up the beads of water that became a bit of a sore sight for him. Once he could groom himself as much as he could at his lain position, his paws had sunk into the softened earth as his weight was being brought to all of his limbs and once stepping into a stance that would firmly root him to the ground as much as possible, a vicious tossing of his body from the rocking of his haunches aired out his pelt as much as it possibly could, flinging droplets of water in every which way direction. Of course, once the motion had settled, the wolf looked like a giant tumbleweed of lupine fur. Another heavy sigh had escaped from his captivating lungs knowing that making a good first impression was slowly proving to be much more difficult than he imagined it would. Resting his weight on his rear haunches, the male continued to groom himself as the scattered memory manifested within the imprisonment of his skull. The memory of when Elder had come across him. Sorcier was a runt, only to have his survival further hindered by the spread of some unknown plague that had claimed his pack, but not him. Of course, the sight of a pup is never overlooked no matter what they occasion, so then, it was much easier to be accepted by pretty much anything—an Elder, a wolf of past litters, or someone looking for an easy meal. As quickly as the memory came, it fled without so much of a warning, just as the fire-eyed male had turned his sights back to the morning star. The warmth that it had brought to him began to expel the remaining moisture that he failed to rid himself of, and just like that—his morning routine was finished. Now, he just awaited for that independent variable to come in and set this morning apart from the countless others that he had spent, alone, for the past few months of his life. |
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- m a d e f r o m t h e e a r t h - By s e n February 23, 2014 at 06:07:27 PM
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Retirement of these gypsy bones.. [ Open ] - By S o r c i e r February 24, 2014 at 01:56:01 AM
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