Shivershade

_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

SIX - NONE; HEART - NONE; SOUL - HUSH

He feels it the moment it happens, the way the world seems to snap down and bind around him. It is almost as if he can see the thread that leaves his body and snakes towards the object of his soul. Well, according to someone up there. The group had grown exponentially during the time of his original appearance. With so many wolves he had grown rather annoyed at the lack of personal space, glaring fiercely at those who came too near his large figure. There were some lovely creatures of the female gender moving around, that was for sure, but there was also some incredible testosterone flaming in the air. Really, Shiv almost feels that if he were growl at another then a whole war would start upon the corpse of the dead bull. Winter, after all, was a time of intense physical attraction and primordial longings, the need to claim.

The moment that her gaze sweeps across him and the world shifts it's center - rather reluctantly, in Shivershade's opinion - his chocolate eyes, the yellow ring around the pupil seeming over bright, searches through the weaving bodies. At first he misses her for his sense are muddled with so many different scents and sights in the area. Yet finally his eyes settle upon the red figure of Hush who stands with her eyes affixed to another male.

His movement is unconscious as he leaves the petty wolves to their squabbles. Each step that he takes towards her creates a friction across his body and the fur along the ridge of his back begins to raise, his hackles creating a mane around his head. Shivershade knows that he is a striking individual with his enormous body and odd coloring. The chocolate of his hackles contrasts with the tawny hairs at the tips of his cheek hairs and ears and lends him the look of intense focus. Not that he'd need any help there for his eyes are hungry for her.

The closer he draws the more intense his steps become, claws pressing into the earth and tail rising over his back. Hush is.... well, it is unfortunate, he thinks, that she is such a shade of red. Red has never been among his favorites. Yet he can forgive her that - it wasn't like she chose such a color. She is so immersed in the sight of her children, children that Shiv does not even knows exist, and he does not give her a chance to back down as he is suddenly upon her, looming over her and breaking her line of sight. She is his imprint and as such she does not get to look upon other males, he thinks, suddenly overcome with the need to dominate.

It cannot be helped for that is merely the nature of Shivershade. He is an aggressor and at times a complete cad. A pirate of sorts.

"My rose," he speaks in smooth tones, his eyes scouring her face. She was red and as such she was a rose. And she was his. But wait, that scent that clings to her... his lips peel back slightly to reveal the tips of his fangs and his ears flatten against his skull. A mate? Well, in a sense that is a relief for she won't expect him to take care of her, yet the fates saw fit to intertwine them did they not? Didn't that afford him some pleasures of such a bind?