Bird of Omens, Ill harbinger of blight
Could you blame the wolf who sought out a peaceful life free of the dramas that others so loved? Could you hold it against he who would rather relax beneath the heat of a summers sun than run endless tasks for one alpha to the next? A loner’s life was not glamourous yet it was all that he ever knew for the better part of his life and it suited him well. He had liked some and lost many, and having held a womb alone, he knew not the embrace of true friendship. Of course he had several working partnerships that he relied upon when the weather turned cold for winter was unforgiving, especially so as the moon cycles came and went. He was no spring chicken any longer and that suited him just fine.
Crown dips yet again to allow another taste of the cool liquid, his body is low and relaxed, a state it stays in even as sound reaches his ears. Slowly Raven lifts his head, dragging the pink muscles to clear the fluid from the fur that lines his lips. Another is near, a fact further driven home by the many rivulets dancing down the surface of the stream. Tilting his head just a bit he wonders just who might be out this evening? Youth out seeking a midnight stroll? The season of the red leaves was just around the corner, so it would make sense that lovers would pursue each other. Or perhaps they were of younger company, sneaking off from their packs into the great wild beyond. That particular thought brings a gentle smile to his face as he rises to settle upon his rump, head angled in the direction of a most copious racket. Whomever this wolf was, they sure knew how to announce their presence.
With calm patience he waits, cool light cerulean eyes tracking the splashing canine as it drew closer. Olfactory organs pinpointing then gender of his playful companion as female. The low light highlighted the lighter hue of her markings as she frolicked like a yearling down the middle of the stream, her paws kicking up little waves of water and pebbles. When she was two yards away he finds his paws and begins to bound her way, making sure that he stays in the light so that she could see him. With his darker tones he did not want to run the risk of sneaking up on her, sure that if he just walked up to her she would fail to hear him due to her shenanigans.
Jaws part to release an answering bark to her own call, the toneless quality of her voice a mild thought that flints quickly from his mind. He had met many wolves with odd accents and tones so hers did not register as wrong just merely different. Yet his own woof was a deep one, having originated in the barrel of his chest before exploding out in a full drum bass. Smile spreads into a full on grin, it had been too long since he had let go and actually ran, and to do so within the conflicting chill of the stream against the warm humid embrace of summers dusk was exhilarating. Never mind the fleeting moments of nerves that assaulted him each time he got a better look at the wolfess that bounded near him. It was like he knew her his whole life yet he knew that could not be true…it was this that made his anxiety stir. Perhaps he should speak to her, he was afterall being a creepy wolf running alongside her without introducing himself. Taking a breath, he woofs to catch her attention, yet after several moments he notices that she does not respond. Odd. ”My dear. How are you this fine evening?”
His words are gentle as he skirts a water bush. Again he awaits a response before continuing. ”May I ask your name? I am Ravenwing.” With a burst of speed he pulls forward some, a feat not to be mistaken for the femme was quite agile upon her paws and it made him work to keep up. That and some of the bottom rocks were covered in some kind of slippery substance that made gripping them difficult. Looking over his left shoulder at her Raven is rewarded with a proper view and it just about stops his heart. Cinnamon stars twinkled within the inky backdrop of her short gown, winking in and out with each step she took toward him. The wetness of her chassis causing the black to appear like an endless abyss of nothing until it melds with the rich golden cape that shimmers across powerful shoulders, and in that moment, she looks up. The fading light of day catches the deep violet of her eyes, yet it is the pulsing yellow that seems to almost glow that seals his fate and locks up his paws. Before he knows it he is upended and rolling to an awkward and ungainly lump of fur within the shallow waters. A soft oomph whispers past his lips as he quickly tries to righten himself, a sheepish look chasing away his previous visage of wonder. ”I am so sorry. It seems that my paws do not want to work tonight.” His tongue seems oddly thick in his mouth as goosebumps erupt down his spine. ”You are most divine my lady.” Entranced by her mere presence he takes several steps closer until he is but fox length away. Her perfume heady and clouding his senses. Somewhere in a tiny corner of his mind he knows what this is but he can not look from her long enough to order his thoughts. The only thing he knows is that she was everywhere. Her scent was everywhere. Her beauty was captivating. He was her slave and that was exactly what he wanted to be. He wanted to be near her, by her, inside her. Another step is taken. A whimper is given. He does not know what to do with the thunderous roar of his heart or the ravenous need to touch her so he submits and closes the gap.
If she allows he has every intention of rubbing his head down her neck and nuzzling her before pressing his body to hers. This need to touch her was all he knew. She was he and he, her.
The Raven waits with vengeance in his sights