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Posted on March 18, 2014 at 00:28:07 AM by S o r c i e r
 - - - - - - ❧ - - - - - - Sorcier had been on the prowl for quite a while now, weaving about through the trees and shrubbery that littered the untouched wilderness of Taviora. The last light of the greatest star of their sky had lightly pooled it’s grace through the gaps of branches and leaves and other things before it swept through the grass. It was making the last of its rounds before the lunar stone seized its glory in the throne of the heavens blanketed in black above them. It wasn’t that time yet. The horizon bled colors of orange and purple, such contrasting colours that held a range of every other hue in between. The sun itself wasn’t blinding white like it would be in the afternoon, but now a more somber gold that was easy on weary eyes. The scene itself was so breath taking, it could have held the young male captive if his jaws weren’t salivating uncontrollably from the scent of the deer that had aroused his suspicions that led him out this far in the first place. It wasn’t an hour to hunt now, but even if it were, Sorcier had this odd habit of just tormenting the deer with his mind games of chase. It was all in the good intentions of fun to him, but the deer probably didn’t quite see eye to eye with him on the subject. His gait was slown so that his paws gradually would tread across the earth even more resistant than the speed of a casual stroll. Keeping his head craned low, the ember windowed marbles of his eyes kept his sights focused dead ahead, glancing every now and then just for overcautious measures. Just as he had crawled to the crown of a slope, the deer that he had been terrorizing had came into view. Lowering down onto his belly, his rear haunches were tucked to plant his rear paws into the soil beneath before his forelegs would soon follow suit. The playful manner soon returned to him, suggested by the slow sweeping of his thick tail as it would collect debris in the entanglement of straying hair follicles. Kneading in a rocking motion with his haunches, preparing himself to pounce and scare the remaining amount of daylight out of the poor thing, his paws dug deeper into the earth to shoot his weight into a sprint swift enough to not give away his spot just yet. ..However, the wolf tumbled into the shrubs not too far ahead of him in the midst of his leap—the sound of the wolf causing him to come to such an embarrassing fall instead of a mighty pounce. The obnoxious sound of leaves rustling and branches snapping underneath of him from the fall left the deer to take off once again into a direction unseen by the male. Peering his head out from the foliage, the male sighed softly through his nostrils before pushing himself up to a stand and rustling his coat out to remove whatever debris had collected this time. The dirt weighed on the glamor of the male’s coat, but it wasn’t often that he would boast his coat of the justice it deserved. Hearing another call, one of confusion.. one of misplacement, Sorcier’s ears came to a perk at the sound. It was soft, it was sweet—surely not belonging to a male. However, Sorcier decided not to jump to conclusions this time—he made a terrible mistake in assuming genders when he first arrived to Taviora and decided it would be best to save him from further mockery. Heading into the direction of the howl that he heard earlier, which seemed to also be the source of the voice that called, Sorcier kept his approach slow as he would not wish to startle this company.. and called out in return. “Stranger, I come in gentle intentions. My name is Sorcier, is there something wrong..?” |
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- Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl March 22, 2014 at 02:11:29 PM
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