09-23-2009, 11:01 PM
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The scent of seasalt was heavy in the cool late-summer air, saturating their surroundings with memories of sailing and exploration. It was a strong pull, although to set sail this late in the season would guarantee a frost-rimed adventure through stormy seas. Still, when faced with the reality that his kingdom was also a prison, binding him here to this same coastline day in and day out, the whispering waves of the sea were a constant temptation. He had no doubt that it was the same for Firefly, and the reason she had taken off, but... then why did she return? Perhaps she was more sentimental than she'd like to admit.
The mad king laughed aloud as Firefly gave him a show, swaggering the length of the porch as though it were a fashion model's runway. "Seems you're going grey ahead of your age, ma douce," he drawled. Did wolves change colors with the seasons? She would be as white as snow, then! His dogs just shed their thin summer fur and got fluffier to combat the cold. He couldn't recall any of them having the kaleidoscopic issues that Firefly was afflicted with. What a terrible inconvenience!
"And I cannot amuse you when you are crawling on the ground like a common poodle," he chuckled slowly, raising an eyebrow to match the challenging gleam in his eyes. It was another side to Luperci nature that he did not quite grasp - why prance about with your nose in the mud, when you could be standing tall and glorious on two paws? Most of his packmates seemed to prefer the upright stature, but still, even Ruri felt comfortable in her tiny Lupus version. It eluded him. Judging by his cocky grin, though, it was merely a jibe at the prideful Firefly.
The scent of seasalt was heavy in the cool late-summer air, saturating their surroundings with memories of sailing and exploration. It was a strong pull, although to set sail this late in the season would guarantee a frost-rimed adventure through stormy seas. Still, when faced with the reality that his kingdom was also a prison, binding him here to this same coastline day in and day out, the whispering waves of the sea were a constant temptation. He had no doubt that it was the same for Firefly, and the reason she had taken off, but... then why did she return? Perhaps she was more sentimental than she'd like to admit.
The mad king laughed aloud as Firefly gave him a show, swaggering the length of the porch as though it were a fashion model's runway. "Seems you're going grey ahead of your age, ma douce," he drawled. Did wolves change colors with the seasons? She would be as white as snow, then! His dogs just shed their thin summer fur and got fluffier to combat the cold. He couldn't recall any of them having the kaleidoscopic issues that Firefly was afflicted with. What a terrible inconvenience!
"And I cannot amuse you when you are crawling on the ground like a common poodle," he chuckled slowly, raising an eyebrow to match the challenging gleam in his eyes. It was another side to Luperci nature that he did not quite grasp - why prance about with your nose in the mud, when you could be standing tall and glorious on two paws? Most of his packmates seemed to prefer the upright stature, but still, even Ruri felt comfortable in her tiny Lupus version. It eluded him. Judging by his cocky grin, though, it was merely a jibe at the prideful Firefly.