So you can throw me to the wolves,
tomorrow i will come back
leader of the whole pack.
tomorrow i will come back
leader of the whole pack.
He did not know how long he wandered- away from the sea and toward, what he hoped, was a way off this beach. He hated the feeling of sand against his pelt, crunching beneath salt-cracked hooves and gritting against his teeth from when the sea had lurched him into land. No amount of spitting and grinding his teeth would relieve him of the grit, so he locked his jaw and focused forward, his gaze lingering on stones that jutted from the pearly sands. They beckoned him forward, though their appearance was anything but inviting. However, he figured if he could get up high, he would have a better chance of finding civilization. If that was something that existed in this world.
He had not noticed how much his shoulder ached until now; the impact against hardened sands straining his muscles and bruising his bone. However, now with a limp in his step, he could not help but smile (it was a smile that did not reach his tired eyes, however). He thought back to the scar that traced up his leg; he had received that just before entering a new land as well. Perhaps, the next time, it would kill him. He wasnt sure if that would be an improvement or not; perhaps, though, he would actually get some rest.
He chuckled at that though. Rest was only for those who had found their graves. He had a feeling he was not quite ready for his yet.
Lost deep in his thoughts, he did not notice the shimmering lady that approached him, until the pearls that caressed her face caught the light of the sun just right, flickering out of the corner of his eye. He paused, ears shifting toward her, breath caught in his lungs. He did not turn to face her until she spoke, her voice warm. He never knew how the locals would react to someone like him.
A shipwreck? His gaze was quick, but he scanned the woman before him. A silver coat with dark points, hair that was brighter than snow before it was trodden on. Spines across her back, stripes on her rumps and shoulders. She stayed far enough away from him, however, that he caught the hint of distrust. He would be distrustful of a man like himself as well.
"Something like that." He finally replied with a polite dip of his head, his voice deep and rumbling, hinting at the power that he once had, but mostly overrun with weariness. "I'm simply passing through- looking for someone. Are you a native? What is the name of this land?" Curiosity quirked his brow as he turned his attention away from the mare before him and looked beyond her form, at the cliff he had been aiming to go toward. He closed his eyes for a moment, and like that, the steam that rose from his body was gone, his coat dry once more.
He had not noticed how much his shoulder ached until now; the impact against hardened sands straining his muscles and bruising his bone. However, now with a limp in his step, he could not help but smile (it was a smile that did not reach his tired eyes, however). He thought back to the scar that traced up his leg; he had received that just before entering a new land as well. Perhaps, the next time, it would kill him. He wasnt sure if that would be an improvement or not; perhaps, though, he would actually get some rest.
He chuckled at that though. Rest was only for those who had found their graves. He had a feeling he was not quite ready for his yet.
Lost deep in his thoughts, he did not notice the shimmering lady that approached him, until the pearls that caressed her face caught the light of the sun just right, flickering out of the corner of his eye. He paused, ears shifting toward her, breath caught in his lungs. He did not turn to face her until she spoke, her voice warm. He never knew how the locals would react to someone like him.
A shipwreck? His gaze was quick, but he scanned the woman before him. A silver coat with dark points, hair that was brighter than snow before it was trodden on. Spines across her back, stripes on her rumps and shoulders. She stayed far enough away from him, however, that he caught the hint of distrust. He would be distrustful of a man like himself as well.
"Something like that." He finally replied with a polite dip of his head, his voice deep and rumbling, hinting at the power that he once had, but mostly overrun with weariness. "I'm simply passing through- looking for someone. Are you a native? What is the name of this land?" Curiosity quirked his brow as he turned his attention away from the mare before him and looked beyond her form, at the cliff he had been aiming to go toward. He closed his eyes for a moment, and like that, the steam that rose from his body was gone, his coat dry once more.
@Locust
