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Posted on March 23, 2019 at 01:31:40 PM by nazar
A gurgling rumble erupted in the darkness of the subterranean caverns, echoing off of the stone walls that separated a small domain from the areas of higher traffic. A beast of monochrome rises from his slumber within the inky black of his seclusion; his lilac eyes squinting as the searing white light of the outside world peers through a tiny crevice in the upper corner of the earth. His body growled at him again. He needed to eat.
As he emerged from the catacombs he tried to remember how long it had been since he last ate; three… four days? He wasn’t starving by any means, but he knew what his threshold was for holding out on a meal. It felt like his stomach was going to rip right through his abdomen.
Slowly, he made his way up the passages that snaked underground, and pondered what exactly he was craving to satiate his ravenous hunger. One of the many perks of being an outsider; you aren’t restricted to eating what’s available in your territory. What he wanted to eat just depended on how far he was willing to go, and judging by how famished he was he wouldn’t be going very far.
He reaches a small exit from the caverns and pauses ten feet from it, his eyes adjusting to the growing light from outside. He had been keeping to the grotto since the last time he ventured out to hunt and acclimating to the intense change in light is not something he enjoys. He prefers to head out before or after the sun’s time, but he couldn’t force himself to wait until sunset today.
The air outside is hot and thick with humidity from the rivers surrounding the area. He already dislikes it. But his stomach won’t stop begging for a meal and he knows that if he waits for another day that he won’t be any happier. His gargantuan figure continues into the summer sun as he take a turn to the right and rounds the grotto’s jutting rocks to ascend those of the crags. It wasn’t often that the swamp deer ventured up so high, it seemed to be the case more often when the Iromar pack was hunting that some would try to flee here instead. But Moladion’s wolf populus was numerous and going any direction here would land a prey animal at the doorstep of a hungry predator.
He catches the fresh scent of a deer and follows it up the rocky slope, his jaws now salivating at the thought of a proper meal. But what he didn’t realize was that he had diverged from the path of the deer and brought himself toward the reclining figure of someone he had not expected. Following his hunger had brought him onto the path of the deer, but his soul hungered for Maris, and that overcame any primal instinct to survive. He paused, shocked at her sudden appearance in his life again, but composed himself smoothly enough to speak first. ”I didn’t think you were still around,” he says in a nonchalant tone, masking the whirring feeling inside his head at the very sight of her.
He wanted to embrace her, but he knew that their first meeting had been somewhat… flighty with the way he had found her and then went on his way. He wasn’t one to succumb to commitment like this, it was absurd that he even had an imprint, but… here she was.
As he emerged from the catacombs he tried to remember how long it had been since he last ate; three… four days? He wasn’t starving by any means, but he knew what his threshold was for holding out on a meal. It felt like his stomach was going to rip right through his abdomen.
Slowly, he made his way up the passages that snaked underground, and pondered what exactly he was craving to satiate his ravenous hunger. One of the many perks of being an outsider; you aren’t restricted to eating what’s available in your territory. What he wanted to eat just depended on how far he was willing to go, and judging by how famished he was he wouldn’t be going very far.
He reaches a small exit from the caverns and pauses ten feet from it, his eyes adjusting to the growing light from outside. He had been keeping to the grotto since the last time he ventured out to hunt and acclimating to the intense change in light is not something he enjoys. He prefers to head out before or after the sun’s time, but he couldn’t force himself to wait until sunset today.
The air outside is hot and thick with humidity from the rivers surrounding the area. He already dislikes it. But his stomach won’t stop begging for a meal and he knows that if he waits for another day that he won’t be any happier. His gargantuan figure continues into the summer sun as he take a turn to the right and rounds the grotto’s jutting rocks to ascend those of the crags. It wasn’t often that the swamp deer ventured up so high, it seemed to be the case more often when the Iromar pack was hunting that some would try to flee here instead. But Moladion’s wolf populus was numerous and going any direction here would land a prey animal at the doorstep of a hungry predator.
He catches the fresh scent of a deer and follows it up the rocky slope, his jaws now salivating at the thought of a proper meal. But what he didn’t realize was that he had diverged from the path of the deer and brought himself toward the reclining figure of someone he had not expected. Following his hunger had brought him onto the path of the deer, but his soul hungered for Maris, and that overcame any primal instinct to survive. He paused, shocked at her sudden appearance in his life again, but composed himself smoothly enough to speak first. ”I didn’t think you were still around,” he says in a nonchalant tone, masking the whirring feeling inside his head at the very sight of her.
He wanted to embrace her, but he knew that their first meeting had been somewhat… flighty with the way he had found her and then went on his way. He wasn’t one to succumb to commitment like this, it was absurd that he even had an imprint, but… here she was.
-of izarra's blood.
-wandering the wilds.
-without a heart.
-soul of maris.
-wandering the wilds.
-without a heart.
-soul of maris.
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