Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
The black ick covering his snout, eyes, and lower cheeks had almost been completely taken off. The substance (unknown to Crevan) had hardened into brittle clumps and refused to be dislodged no matter the amount of licking or preening. It had come down to this: Crevan, seeing no other obvious way to rid himself of the afflicting mess, had taken to rubbing his overlarge wolf face against the trunks of Sylvian trees - rubbing, and rubbing, and rubbing some more until his hair had fallen out and he’d rubbed himself bald and raw.
It didn’t matter. Temporary pain felt close to nothing these days. As soon as he would retract his head, skin throbbing and a bit bloody from being sheared clean, the wound would heal and the fur regrow, instantaneously.
Regenerative Healing, a wizard had told him. A sacrifice one makes for others, not for the self, he’d said. God it was true. Crevan could be cut in half, burnt to a crisp (already happened before), lose limbs and organs piece by piece and still no death. The cowled god had deserted the tawny wolf, for all eternity. Crevan would never find peace from suffering, only an endless loop of immortality and regrets.
He sighs, the sound rattling out from his chest in a low growl. It was too nice a day for such thoughts; Sylva was ripe with a pleasant, spring temperature and he was wasting it by intentionally inflicting damage on himself. With a huff he lopes away, a blur of pale fur nearly the size of a small bear. The shifter has no specific destination in mind so he winds up at the bank of a small stream, slowing to a lumbering walk. He smells the girl before he sees her, but all the same he’s still taken aback when she comes into view.
The wolf is reminded of another time, of another filly by another stream.
“Don’t be frightened.” He barks out from across the creek, a few meters behind her still. It’s a necessary warning - he’s predator, she’s prey. “I have no intentions of eating you.”
No, he intends to do something much, much worse.
Bore her with conversation.
@[Lavendel] hush, lol. It's lovely <3