Much has changed in his short life. He had learned to survive mostly on his own the past few months. He killed at every opportunity that presented itself, driven by a deep rooted instinct to grow and survive. His muscles grew thicker and harder with each year. He became more efficient at the hunt. He had watched his own mother be killed before his eyes by his own sister. He does not even know of any of his own blood flowed in Moladion anymore. Apparently, such a thing did not matter. He had only learned that he had to fend for himself, and that the world was an endlessly harsh place. Was his only option to be harsh back?
He had tested many ways of catching prey to feed his growing hunger. Today, his pristine white form brindled with gold was covered in the green sludge of the water. It was a cover, to help him blend while he remain creepily still, blue and black eyes open barely into slits as he remain watching and waiting. He hid among greenery in the water, only the top of his head to where his eyes, nose, and ears remain above water.
Honestly, he enjoyed the feeling of water. He enjoyed the feeling of the world feeling just a little bit...lighter. The world and the seriousness of survival did not weigh so heavily upon his spine. He was still here to hunt, to surprise some unsuspecting bird or lizard...or whatever came his way really.
Her certainly did not expect the girl of a full moon light to come prancing across a fallen tree so close to him. The water here not was particularly deep, and how deep it went varied greatly from foot to foot. Where he was wading, he could lift himself to water at little over chest level with ease. He remained perfectly still, perhaps spottable to an eye looking out carefully, perhaps not due to his white fur being tainted with green. His eyes were drawn to her like moth to flame. He did not interact with his own kind too often. But he would not lie to himself- he was still wolf. He still had the strong instinct to...find some sort of contact with his kind, even if he was not sure what to do with it.
As the female crossed over, towards him, he decided to act. Suddenly, he flung himself upward with all of his force. Water flew into the air as he quickly turned himself. His powerful legs then carried him the few strides it took to get to the other side of the log, where he stood tall before her with only the slightest of smirky grins on his white and obsidian face- although it might as well be considered green due to the temporary staining and gathering of green algae from the water. He looked to her, his tail giving but one wave.
"I could have gotten you, ya know," he states simply in his changing voice, growing deeper and deeper with each coming moon. He was an in awkward phase though, voice lowering but obviously not adult quite yet. The wet male let his grin grow slightly wider. "Be more careful," he says with a hint of danger upon his own voice. It was a simple statement for a male who has spoken little, and who knows how one mis-step could lead to death. He counts on such things to feed his own form.
((Hey! Posted this guy instead of Paravana! :) )) |