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Yay~~ OuO And he’s in his Secui form, ^=^ lemme know when you want Cwmfen to pop in
300+
He stirred in the darkness like a shard of mist, his silhouette softened only by the whispers of the night. He had had a taste of what sort of things inhabited these lands, what sort of things his daughter may be associating with. But he had not met anyone who seemed to recognize him, and none who bore the scent of his daughter. But of course, the question had never been raised, and he would not raise it yet. The Korean knew how to play his games, knew how to be patient. The snake was still coiled, but now it was poised to strike. A sneer tugged at the corners of his mouth as he leered at the darkness that clung to his fur. He listened to its whispers....
Someone was there, they said.
The black claws tore the earth as he traveled in that eerie silence, passing like a wraith even as he shifted his course. The black tail flickered behind him, melding into the tendrils of darkness that concealed him. Only the white of his torso stood out dimly, like the warning of a poisonous creature. And perhaps he was poisonous.... There. Ahead he saw the creature in question. The black maw twitched as he breathed in the coyote’s scent. It clicked immediately. Cwmfen. The black ears pushed forward, his hackles rising in anticipation. And he circled about the creature in silence, watching him as he passed. The black, fathomless orbs held no intent, but what was about to happen was undeniable. With purpose, the Korean snapped a twig, and his movements ceased, momentarily assessing the reaction of the thing. A swiveling of ears. But that snapped twig was all the warning allowed in this game.
Like a leaping flame, the powerful haunches shot him forward, his colourless form cutting the air with the merciless hunger of a knife’s blade. There was no sound, for the male was ever silent. The shadows seemed to leap with his form before they fell back and died pathetically upon the cold earth. But the earth was not so cold as that empty soul that sought now this boy’s blood. The larger male sought to crush and mangle, to destroy and shatter the shell that carried the boy’s soul. But he would not bring Death upon him yet, now he would not give it. Perhaps he would ask about his daughter’s scent upon his fur, perhaps he would wonder at her whereabouts. And then he would kill him. But now the Korean brute would be allowed to play. With that cold, mirthless sneer upon his parted jaws, the black talons reached out with unforgiving intent as his form came upon the boy with that intent to crush him. The jaws would follow suit, and those cruel jaws would be satisfied.
Yay~~ OuO And he’s in his Secui form, ^=^ lemme know when you want Cwmfen to pop in
300+
He stirred in the darkness like a shard of mist, his silhouette softened only by the whispers of the night. He had had a taste of what sort of things inhabited these lands, what sort of things his daughter may be associating with. But he had not met anyone who seemed to recognize him, and none who bore the scent of his daughter. But of course, the question had never been raised, and he would not raise it yet. The Korean knew how to play his games, knew how to be patient. The snake was still coiled, but now it was poised to strike. A sneer tugged at the corners of his mouth as he leered at the darkness that clung to his fur. He listened to its whispers....
Someone was there, they said.
The black claws tore the earth as he traveled in that eerie silence, passing like a wraith even as he shifted his course. The black tail flickered behind him, melding into the tendrils of darkness that concealed him. Only the white of his torso stood out dimly, like the warning of a poisonous creature. And perhaps he was poisonous.... There. Ahead he saw the creature in question. The black maw twitched as he breathed in the coyote’s scent. It clicked immediately. Cwmfen. The black ears pushed forward, his hackles rising in anticipation. And he circled about the creature in silence, watching him as he passed. The black, fathomless orbs held no intent, but what was about to happen was undeniable. With purpose, the Korean snapped a twig, and his movements ceased, momentarily assessing the reaction of the thing. A swiveling of ears. But that snapped twig was all the warning allowed in this game.
Like a leaping flame, the powerful haunches shot him forward, his colourless form cutting the air with the merciless hunger of a knife’s blade. There was no sound, for the male was ever silent. The shadows seemed to leap with his form before they fell back and died pathetically upon the cold earth. But the earth was not so cold as that empty soul that sought now this boy’s blood. The larger male sought to crush and mangle, to destroy and shatter the shell that carried the boy’s soul. But he would not bring Death upon him yet, now he would not give it. Perhaps he would ask about his daughter’s scent upon his fur, perhaps he would wonder at her whereabouts. And then he would kill him. But now the Korean brute would be allowed to play. With that cold, mirthless sneer upon his parted jaws, the black talons reached out with unforgiving intent as his form came upon the boy with that intent to crush him. The jaws would follow suit, and those cruel jaws would be satisfied.