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funny mental image of her beating up on a flower XD cai is in optime form.
The mountain folded around him, a perfect concealment for the giant now used to prowling in its depths. He had haunted this area for a few moons now, but the man's crippled mind had yet to title it as home. The cold, miserable territory of Halcyon was no home to him - It was transitional. A phase of dangerous growth, a place that mirrored the continuously twisting channels of his once pure mind.
The Wolfdog had surely been on a descent into madness. But one had stopped that - A creature born of fire and blood, with eyes as red as rubies and fur as soft as silk. He remained here, trapped on the mountain, for her alone. The loneliness sometimes ate at his insides, an acidic erosion of the vagabond, winsome creature he'd once been. But thoughts of Talitha Lykoi kept him sane in the long cold ours of echoed voices and deadly silence.
This was why, when the male stumbled across tracks that he instantly recognised to be those of the Luperci breed, he followed them without hesitation. The months of living alone had sculpted his once soft form into one of a survivor; Hard, lean muscles moved like well-oiled machinery beneath a dishevelled blue merle pelt. Eyes that had once been as cerulean as the eastern sky were now icy and pale, a hypothermia blue. They shone with flickers of curiosity as he followed the strange path to its source.
She revealed herself to be a woman, crafted purely from snow and imagination. Like a wraith - He had never seen a creature so white and uniform before. His immense size would make it difficult to conceal himself, and so the man made no effort, not bothering to silence his footsteps. A respectful, albeit wary, distance was left between himself and the older woman as he observed her curiously. Was she only a figment of his troubled mind?