He can't get over the odd vision he'd had last night, he rolled his shoulders as he moved forward following the crisp smell of water and the soft crashing sound as it fell from the cliffs not to far away, he was still sore and now he was tired and rather grumpy. His pristine white paws with their soft pads moved along the pebble strewn path at an easy pace, he doesn't want to wreck his body any more than it already was but his body had other plans, wanting the cool caress of the streams gently lapping waters.
What had the three playing wolves ment? Why had the one split into two halves? Why had it bled stardust?
All these and many more questions float through his head, not to mention the young wolfess he'd encountered last night just shortly after the vision. He is doomed however and though the deities of a lost world have laid out a road map, the poor bugger had not a single clue it was his life it talked about. Perhaps it was about the feelings that lay dormant in his heart, feelings he didn't even know he had. That he would struggle between his birth-pack and that one land that held his soul. Or maybe it was a description for his future love life.
Hey, it's not our fault... stories are best when they have a bit of mystery to them.
He breaks from his thoughts just as his paws touch the chilly waters, an audible sigh leaves his lips as he slowly sinks down till just his head and tail is visible, his violet rimmed white eyes close in pleasure as the cold water did its job on his muscles. It's as he feels himself sink deeper and deeper he loses track of the outside world, behind his eyelids his eyes began to twitch as if deep asleep, images flash across his mind these some what different for he had no stars at hand. There is a flash of something gray as his eyes flash open and he leaps with ease from his crouching position in the water, his pure white form arches like a cat on a ball of string, water droplets rain down from him as he comes to land on the racoon. Pure luck that he'd made the landing with ease. He is about to make the killing blow when he spots the female, "this yours?" he asks coolly as he places one paw upon the snapping snarling creatures head to stop it biting him instead of the other way around.
"this is how he speaks"
"The voices in his head"
Arctic Wolf | Male | Ten | Auspex-in-Training | no mate | no bond | Iromar
