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Posted on February 24, 2014 at 01:56:01 AM by S o r c i e r
 - - - - - - ❧ - - - - - - The gaze that was shared between Sen and Sorcier seemed interminable, as if the opposing male was searching for something in the seeing-stones of his soul. This was only a mere assumption being made by the lone wolf however, but he would let it pass. For what he knew, there was not much to be seen through such windows. They were always referred to as “fire-eyes” by those he had grown up with. So all Sorcier really knew was that.. well, there may be fire in them. Metaphorically speaking. A sudden disturbance had broken the eye contact with the other wolf to see that their company was growing with another visitor. A strong waft had seeped through and completely masked that of Sen’s, a fragrance that was particular to a female. This was also a scent he had missed this early morning, for whatever reasons may be, and it was one that was completely enveloping his attention. Being at his age, he was very sensitive to the presence of a female, in ways that were intimate or where they not. Still, another one of those things he didn’t quite understand about “growing up”. The conversation that the two other wolves had shared was muffled in his already muddy conscience, and the topic was in regards to Sorcier’s presence. The warmth of Sen’s words, as much comfort as they tried to offer, were not pulling him from out of this state of mind regardless. It was nothing to take personal, it was Sorcier doing whatever he could to keep his posture, as collected as he could. He thought about how Sen was deemed the Medicine Wolf. This brightened Sorcier’s spirits, in hopes that he may be lucky enough to be under Sen’s practice and mentorship, if he was seeking for more remedial-savvy wolves, that is. Despite all of the clutter, the wolf’s eyes had finally climbed up to take in the view of the female wolf that had joined them. Alias. He heard Sen address her by this, so he could only interpret that as being her name. For a female wolf, she was massive compared to Sen and Sorcier. In the back of his mind, he always knew that he would be amongst the smaller end of the pack, but he never thought he would witness a wolf as mighty in her size as Alias was. Some of Sen’s words had bled into his head more than others did, like “war shield”. Sorcier assumed it would only be appropriate for a lady of her size. Her build defined her title in the pack, almost like her body itself was a physical representation of the haven that Taviora would offer. Keeping his eyes in avoidance of hers, as to not disrespect her seeing that she was the second in command to Coszcotl, he still absorbed how dark her pelt was. It was a mesh of luxurious black, and as flat and neutral of a colour it may be, it had its own brilliance in a manner that Sorcier could not quite get his mind around. Once Sen had finished speaking, Sorcier remained silent—not knowing when it would be best for him to speak, if at all. Sen had already introduced him, so there was no need of repeating. Simply, if one wanted to hear from him, surely they would ask. That would be the only time he would speak up, as to avoid any conflict that may come from a simple misunderstanding. So, keeping his rear rested on the ground, his tail had once again tucked itself underneath his haunches while the silence hung over him as he awaited the judgment, or anything that may follow after. |
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- To Make Me Feel this Way - By Kiska February 24, 2014 at 10:43:41 PM
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m o t h s t o a f l a m e - By S o r c i e r February 25, 2014 at 03:53:59 AM
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