12-26-2017, 07:47 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
The bored expression that affixes itself upon him seems vaguely familiar, though Dahmer cannot place it. It's this small inkling that keeps the fox's initial response from deterring him, instead piquing the stallion's interest in what (or who) the small brown fox had been searching for. He watches her tail thump with agitation against the dark rock for a few moments before turning his blue eyes away to skim over the forest floor, opting to ignore her first sardonic inquiry.
Dahmer's gaze only returns to the fox when her long yawn breaks the silence, her furry body stretching and snout curling skyward. He chuckles quietly at her quip, wings rustling at his sides in response and swaying the branch beneath the grasp of his talons. The fox adjusts, laying on her side and peering up at him from her rocky perch and Dahmer finds himself wondering if he will ever feel at home like that here in the golden forest. He thinks of Tephra briefly, but the fox draws him back to the present with her unassuming bad omen inquiry. "Do you want me to be?" he asks in response, beady blue eyes watching closely as her red eyes disappear beneath the cover of their lids.
After some time, the obsidian raven is almost sure that she had fallen asleep against the cool surface of the boulder, but he is proven wrong as a small, succinct whine escapes her pointed snout. Curiosity befalls him again but Dahmer hesitates to break the silence - it's not his place, he knows.
Her next question catches him off guard, though when he realizes her meaning he finds that it a very fitting title for the group that had left upon his theft of the crown. "The white wraith, Gryffen, and his pack?" he questions, but pauses only for a moment before his blue eyes flick down to the fox. "Yes, they've left. Were you meant to go with them?"
Dahmer's gaze only returns to the fox when her long yawn breaks the silence, her furry body stretching and snout curling skyward. He chuckles quietly at her quip, wings rustling at his sides in response and swaying the branch beneath the grasp of his talons. The fox adjusts, laying on her side and peering up at him from her rocky perch and Dahmer finds himself wondering if he will ever feel at home like that here in the golden forest. He thinks of Tephra briefly, but the fox draws him back to the present with her unassuming bad omen inquiry. "Do you want me to be?" he asks in response, beady blue eyes watching closely as her red eyes disappear beneath the cover of their lids.
After some time, the obsidian raven is almost sure that she had fallen asleep against the cool surface of the boulder, but he is proven wrong as a small, succinct whine escapes her pointed snout. Curiosity befalls him again but Dahmer hesitates to break the silence - it's not his place, he knows.
Her next question catches him off guard, though when he realizes her meaning he finds that it a very fitting title for the group that had left upon his theft of the crown. "The white wraith, Gryffen, and his pack?" he questions, but pauses only for a moment before his blue eyes flick down to the fox. "Yes, they've left. Were you meant to go with them?"
Dahmer
@[Merida]