for she is precious and divine
Life is a curious thing. It leads one to many places that are unknown and most unexpected, and one could never truly know what would come next. It was always unexpected and even if you knew- or thought you knew, it was almost always wrong. Such was the mentality of the half silver, half creme and brown marked male. His movements were graceful, fluid- but there was something off about it. There was the barest hint of a limp, though a limp wasn't quite the correct term for it. In order to have a limp, one needed a limb.
Instead, his walk held a slight hop to it, thanks to the fact that his entire back right leg was no longer on his body. In fact, in no longer existed at all. Holo had been told of that day that remains such a haze in his mind, save for the black one, and the one of red and white. The former his savager, and the latter his saviour. He could still never thank the wolf- Solaris was his name, and the simple fact the boy felt modest simply fueled that. Perhaps that was what brought the male out today, for since he had been attacked upon Taviora grounds he had not left. Time had passed and still he had not left, and he did not think he would. Moth was there, and where she was, he would be, until the end of her days- but he didn't want to think about that. He didn't want to think about that at all.
And, luckily, he didn't have to. For the moment the woods around him became not those of Taviora, but of the woodland that lay close by, there was a certain stirring within his chest he had not felt in years. His silver painted ears twitched forward, his pace picking up without his consent. Something was drawin him, pulling him- the beautiful luminescent guardian in the sky was a mere afterthought compared to the sensation that was blossoming within his very core. It was her. It had to be. There was no other way it could be anything but her. Wide eyes of mismatched cobalt blue and warm, golden honey brown search frantically for any sign, and then, it is there.
A glimer of white, so etheral and enchanting beneath the rays of the moon. She was even more beautiful than he recalled- the whine that dripped from his slender, handsome muzzle unable to be choked down. He ached to close the distance, ached to press against her fur and feel how she felt, her warmth, her touch. But he refrained. They had met one time, and one time only. Holo did not know if she would remember him, but every cell in his body screamed with hope that she did. Lowering his scarred muzzle to the ground, his exotic gaze peers out from his brown and creme marked face, his ears twisted back to show he was not a threat. But when he moved to go forward, to be closer to her- his hobbly, hopping walk had his right paw freezing midair. His leg, he had met her.. before. What would she think now? At a loss, the wolf is silent for a few more drawn out moments before his words, so soft and tender, drift between them.
"Do you remember me?.."
too rich a pearl for carnal swine
male || twelve || love of none || soul of valkyrie || quill of taviora