11-20-2016, 04:50 PM
Ruan
He always seemed to return to this place of shadows beneath the thick boughs of stout trees. Though each time it never smelled of the wolves, he still passed through with his nose to the air and earth in hopes of their unlikely return. Again, it lacked their familiar musk, that silent sensation of being watched. He sighed. His pack was well and dead from the Reckoning.
Pale moonlight cast weak rays through the canopy only to be swallowed by his dark coat. His white rump, framed by down-feathers of his wings, reflected as an earthen moon within the woodland. Purple splattered across it in an angry flick of an artist's brush, his appaloosa blanket. Dark blue eyes took in his surroundings passively, dull and dead as the depths of a still lake without his magic to light them from within. They came 'round to settle on a mass of shadow darker than the rest of the forest.
He said nothing, only shifted his hips to face the being squarely. His ears were forward and he waited patiently, calmly, to see if the soul would leave or approach.
Pale moonlight cast weak rays through the canopy only to be swallowed by his dark coat. His white rump, framed by down-feathers of his wings, reflected as an earthen moon within the woodland. Purple splattered across it in an angry flick of an artist's brush, his appaloosa blanket. Dark blue eyes took in his surroundings passively, dull and dead as the depths of a still lake without his magic to light them from within. They came 'round to settle on a mass of shadow darker than the rest of the forest.
He said nothing, only shifted his hips to face the being squarely. His ears were forward and he waited patiently, calmly, to see if the soul would leave or approach.
