07-04-2016, 10:36 AM
"Evil requires no reason."
Quark had been restless. I don't know how many times I had scented her along the borders. Different forms, although the jungle cat seemed to be her favorite. At night when they were all sleeping and something tingled my subconscious I would prowl the borders my self. It gave me a good chance to get it under control while I assured myself that all was well. My favorite shift was a wolf, a dire wolf really. I would often pad in that form as the moon shed it's light or when it was nothing more than stars twinkling down, shining on us all.
A smile curls my lips when I see her dragging the carcass of a deer towards me. I feel my bones start to shift and my muscles and tendons all becoming liquid as they move and adjust and maybe even grow some more. I look like the guardian that Tycho has, with the eerie green eyes and the insubstantial form but the dire wolf form stands in the place I had previously occupied as a horse. When I smile at her this way, my lips curl up and my teeth show, but my tongue slides from my mouth as I begin to pant.
I see her question and I wait, taking a rather large bite from the deer and chewing it before I pause. "Something is stirring." I say, turning my eyes from the corpse to the horizon as the sun begins to dip down past the treeline. I look there a moment before I turn back to look at her. "Darkness is stirring." Feeling my own rise up in my chest at the thought, physical tendrils of darkness curling outwards before I pull them back down inside me.
I tilt my head and wait to see what she says. I know that I am not alone in feeling this. Perhaps this is why Quark has been prowling the borders of Echo Trails.
A smile curls my lips when I see her dragging the carcass of a deer towards me. I feel my bones start to shift and my muscles and tendons all becoming liquid as they move and adjust and maybe even grow some more. I look like the guardian that Tycho has, with the eerie green eyes and the insubstantial form but the dire wolf form stands in the place I had previously occupied as a horse. When I smile at her this way, my lips curl up and my teeth show, but my tongue slides from my mouth as I begin to pant.
I see her question and I wait, taking a rather large bite from the deer and chewing it before I pause. "Something is stirring." I say, turning my eyes from the corpse to the horizon as the sun begins to dip down past the treeline. I look there a moment before I turn back to look at her. "Darkness is stirring." Feeling my own rise up in my chest at the thought, physical tendrils of darkness curling outwards before I pull them back down inside me.
I tilt my head and wait to see what she says. I know that I am not alone in feeling this. Perhaps this is why Quark has been prowling the borders of Echo Trails.
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