08-01-2016, 11:07 PM
LET ME IN THE WALL YOU'VE BUILT AROUND.
WE CAN LIGHT A MATCH, AND BURN IT DOWN.
The sky is dim, dark and brewing overhead, though there was nothing unusual about an overcast day in the north. The sky was often filled to the brim with masses of condensed water vapor, shifting and crawling across the pale horizon, always holding the threat of wet or icy cold accompaniment. Though the warmth of spring had soothed their numb skin only hours before, the sun was now tucked away, hidden by a sudden change of weather. He savored these days, for his taut obsidian coat was a beacon for heat and salty sweat, which often lingered in the roots of his tresses for hours. He preferred the gentle embrace of frost and chill; it was comforting to be within its grasp once again.
There is a difference in the atmosphere; the scent of another drifts across the terrain and lingers as he inhales its femininity deeply. It is not too often that a female breaches their borders, but it never fails to be an entertaining venture. He steps from the shadows, having been lingering in the brush as he fell quiet in the early morning, lost in thought. He draws himself out now, no longer able to remain within the comfort of the solace of his own mind. He had to venture forth, and so he did. The sinewy muscles beneath his flesh ripple and flex as he propels himself towards the entrance of their grand kingdom, which is lacking its usual allure now (to an outsider, at least).
He loved the dreary; he loved simplicity.
He sees her figure in the distance long before he reaches her. His lumbering figure rumbles towards her, rattling and disturbing the shifting sediment beneath his massive weight as he takes in her slender, feminine features. She is as black as night, much like he is, but lacks the deeply set, pink-tinted scars that mar his coat. Her screech echoes needlessly through the land; he knew she was present long before she made the attempt to announce herself. With a rumbling chuckle, he places his burning red eyes upon her, head cocked slightly to the right as the snow begins to fall once more around them, keeping the allure of spring at bay once again.
"You know how to make an entrance, don't you? My name is Offspring; I am the King of these lands. What brings you to the Tundra?"
OFFSPRING
THE FIRE AND ICE KING OF THE TUNDRA