12-19-2018, 03:32 PM
In the shadows, wolf-eyes have watched the one who is night-blue and never-still. Wolf-limbs have followed for months in night-blue’s wake, nimble, discreet. Night-blue never gives her much notice; it seems she has forgotten the wolf-eyes that watch and the wolf-limbs that follow.
Still, she watches.
Still, she follows.
Night-blue is not far this day, her musk-scent mingling with that of a second their-kind. Grave-scent. Iris-dark. Male. Unknown. Wolf-limbs crouch amidst bush and bramble. Wolf-claws splay and retract, idly kneading the earth. She itches to hunt. Hunger rolls deep in her belly. Not yet – she must wait until Night-blue sleeps. She must keep watch until then.
A sound behind makes wolf-eyes veer, lithe sinew tensing under ruddy fur.
Acrid-scent. Every-colour. Female.
Known.
Long ears press flat against wolf-skull, breath huffing. Ill-intent. Every-colour’s skin is ripe with it. There is a low growl – a warning for the other-kind to keep her distance. She must keep Night-blue safe. Yet Every-colour comes nearer. Wolf-tongue can almost taste the madness upon her.
Wolf-called-Red untwists from her crouch, hackles raised.
Bared teeth. Snapping jaw.
Stay away.
But instead –
A flash of horse-flesh.
Protect Night-blue.
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my muse decided to write this all strange, but this is Red (Daemron's wolf) watching Malis and Sleaze (Night-blue and Iris-dark), when Rey (Every-colour) comes up behind her.
@[Calcifer] <333 hope it's okay I opened with Rey being all threatening-like to get the ball rolling! feel free to power play Red if needed in your response.
Still, she watches.
Still, she follows.
Night-blue is not far this day, her musk-scent mingling with that of a second their-kind. Grave-scent. Iris-dark. Male. Unknown. Wolf-limbs crouch amidst bush and bramble. Wolf-claws splay and retract, idly kneading the earth. She itches to hunt. Hunger rolls deep in her belly. Not yet – she must wait until Night-blue sleeps. She must keep watch until then.
A sound behind makes wolf-eyes veer, lithe sinew tensing under ruddy fur.
Acrid-scent. Every-colour. Female.
Known.
Long ears press flat against wolf-skull, breath huffing. Ill-intent. Every-colour’s skin is ripe with it. There is a low growl – a warning for the other-kind to keep her distance. She must keep Night-blue safe. Yet Every-colour comes nearer. Wolf-tongue can almost taste the madness upon her.
Wolf-called-Red untwists from her crouch, hackles raised.
Bared teeth. Snapping jaw.
Stay away.
But instead –
A flash of horse-flesh.
Protect Night-blue.
my muse decided to write this all strange, but this is Red (Daemron's wolf) watching Malis and Sleaze (Night-blue and Iris-dark), when Rey (Every-colour) comes up behind her.
@[Calcifer] <333 hope it's okay I opened with Rey being all threatening-like to get the ball rolling! feel free to power play Red if needed in your response.