For Izaak
Riparian Moors
WoD: Incunabulum
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The darkness of night concealed what light was shed from the moon with a unprepossessing cloud. Amethyst eye’s flickered brightly in the indistinct air; shining orbs in a sea of shadows. Coal black nose picked up the incunabulum scents of a hare and the fresh scent of the fox who traveled by the side of the black pelted wolf. Her ears twitched furiously as if shaking off a fly while milky brown eyes adjusted to the gathering midnight. The hunter’s crouch slipped easily into the male’s form as he slid in between a cluster of thorn bushes, their chagrin points digging avidity into sable fur. He cringed; a silent movement in his expression instantaneously suppressed by eagerness when the breeze brought the fragrance of blood through his mouth. Primrose stood on her back paws, tail curled eagerly. The male bellowed a low growl from his throat, signaling the ambitious female to remain.
Midnight was nearly upon the two creatures as they continued through the forest with practiced silence. The moon remained shielded by the veil dark storm clouds that never ceased to rest and allow a shred of light from sun or moon to take their place. A chill set in from the ocean nearby, but Spyridon remained comfortable in his thick ebony shaded coat. He stopped to scent the air again while Primrose shifted in between his legs.
“Таким образом,”
The Russian muttered, pointing his muzzle in the direction he had decided. With the scent steadily growing stronger the male’s eyes darted around the area, catching the sparse grass in his gaze. Together, the companions hid. Spyridon’s blue shaded necklace hung limply on the ground from the leather it was connected to his neck with. His piercings were absent from his ear this moment in lupus form. If the moonlight decided to show it’s shining face, the golden glint would surely be noticed by prey. This was one of the few hunts he had had in his short time being in Inferni. Finding it easier to glide through the undergrowth on four legs, the Russian had thought ahead about a midnight meal.
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