04-15-2017, 01:44 AM
Without the wolf's eyesight in the dark, he often had to make his patrols earlier in the evening now. Well, throughout the day, really. But regardless, night was no longer his prime time for anything save for getting lost in thoughts darker than the twilight.
It would be a lie to think he didn't miss the ability to take on that form of his heart, adopted by a pack of wolves so very long ago and lodged in his strange mannerisms now. The beast in his mind was still there... though there were times he doubted it's shape, maybe even it's intentions. Left behind and trapped like a shadow of corrupted magic.
Its silvery eyes looked up, and his followed.
"Fancy seeing you here," she greeted with a soft smile.
He stopped, blue eyes boring into her as he tested the air for her scent. Ah, yes. The one from the other forest, with the questions. The air around him grew colder, as it always did, and he swept his lips in a half-smile of greeting. "Djinni," her name plucked from memory, easy enough to do when you don't know many people. "How are you? How is your Sylva?"
He shifted to face her more squarely, solid and steady as always. He didn't bother trying to smother his Winter, it didn't seem to matter of late. As though his grief and silent suffering took too much from him to have the strength to hold the chill inside him anymore.
It didn't cause too much of an issue as it was, only making the air around him colder and his breath to fog for a bare moment. It probably made his skin burn with frost, but he wouldn't know for sure; hadn't touched anyone but his fiery daughter in the passed few months and her heat naturally negated the chill.
It would be a lie to think he didn't miss the ability to take on that form of his heart, adopted by a pack of wolves so very long ago and lodged in his strange mannerisms now. The beast in his mind was still there... though there were times he doubted it's shape, maybe even it's intentions. Left behind and trapped like a shadow of corrupted magic.
Its silvery eyes looked up, and his followed.
"Fancy seeing you here," she greeted with a soft smile.
He stopped, blue eyes boring into her as he tested the air for her scent. Ah, yes. The one from the other forest, with the questions. The air around him grew colder, as it always did, and he swept his lips in a half-smile of greeting. "Djinni," her name plucked from memory, easy enough to do when you don't know many people. "How are you? How is your Sylva?"
He shifted to face her more squarely, solid and steady as always. He didn't bother trying to smother his Winter, it didn't seem to matter of late. As though his grief and silent suffering took too much from him to have the strength to hold the chill inside him anymore.
It didn't cause too much of an issue as it was, only making the air around him colder and his breath to fog for a bare moment. It probably made his skin burn with frost, but he wouldn't know for sure; hadn't touched anyone but his fiery daughter in the passed few months and her heat naturally negated the chill.
