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Ruieze Fields
Open fields and soft grass...
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| sorcier four ❧ no heart ❧ lost soul ❧ taviora |
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Her sentence of gratitude was one highly unexpected from Sorcier, however, he knew that he would offer the very same to her for embracing the rather upfront company he had provided to her. He didn’t think of it then, but the thought began to churn in his brain that perhaps, as a stranger even still, he was moving a bit too quickly to this comfort that was already so apparent to the male—but what if she did not feel the same? The windows of fire watched, the copper and amber flecks glimmering in the irises of liquid gold, as the alabaster wolf had distanced herself between the two of them now. Sorcier’s thoughts began to burrow deep now, hoping that his persistence to be close to her was not something that was rubbing her in the wrong manner. His tail had tucked itself to his rear haunches now that she was absent of his side, feeling his ears fold back while his head began to lower itself in a manner of dismay that he wished wasn’t so painfully obvious to her. Casting his gaze to the ground briefly, he saw the impression that her paws had left behind and, raising up his own, compared how small they were to his own impression that was left behind. The orbs of fire flickered back to the female wolf and took in the sight of her, of how small and desolate she was in comparison to the rest of the wolves that he had encountered, and even in comparison to himself. Perhaps she was still growing, and perhaps this is what Fate had decided upon him. Here they were, these two broken pieces, and he felt like they were intended to be infused together. Maybe not under the circumstances of imprinting, but maybe something to be discovered long down the road to which he agreed to travel with her. This brought a small smile to his lips once more, just before her voice called out to him in her charming, chiming tones. They had simply arrived on the island, thanks to his little invitation, and the thought of further exploring it was something that he was more than fond of. So, with whatever time the female would provide for him, he would greet without any restraints. Pushing his weight up from his rear haunches, he shook his pelt out once more to rid of the sand that may have clumped to his damp rear and tail, and strolled right up to her in a casual manner. With a purposeful brush of his shoulder along her ribs, he kept his head held up high—something highly unusual for Sorcier as he usually kept it low below the rise of his shoulder flanks. With his ears swiveled forward now, he turned his jaw slightly and gave another nod to the direction ahead, the island, and with his tail wavering high behind him like a high strung banner, his maw parted to emit a bark, something that was also unusual for the male. The bark was one of excitement, to draw attention, and was rather hollow in its depth and tone. |
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