02-07-2011, 02:48 AM
[ Halcyon Mountain, close to it's feet.
February 8th, 11.35 a.m.
Lightly snowing, pale grey clouds linger on the still air. ]
▫ ▫▫ Entangled. Optime caught up in the snares of a trap. Sinew ropes twisted about his lengthened limbs, encumbering the shaggy asphalt furred wolf that wreathed relentlessly trying to free himself. Aggravation rife across his snarling muzzle, ears laid flat against his skull, thick mane bristled, brutishly more intimidating than he already was. Snow drifted softly, gentlest snowflakes, tickling his sensitive black nose, as if teasing him with their poetic metaphor for unbound hopes. The beast paused. Great foggy plumes of breath huffed, broad chest alternating depth in panting exertion. Growling orchestra of utter rage beginning to lapse into a quiet sense of defeat as a luminous amber stare glared at each and every cubic metre of net that had decided to cage him as the silken ropes of the Dwarven folk had once entrapped the great Fenrisúlfr under the anxious watch of the Viking Pantheon. Sprawled ungraciously on his back, hips twisted to his side, and forearms bound in an accidental diamond above his head, ultimate position of submission.
▫▫ ▫ His deep, reverberating growls vibrated the air, unsettling the twinkling icy patterns that deigned mock him in their wintry embrace, draping over him like a cloak to turn his starkly contrasting pelt invisible. How he would love to do as Fenrisúlfr, and clew his captor in a bloody mess of revenge. A feeling of guilt suddenly lanced his ravenous thoughts with a flash of crimson stained in white fur. He winced. And released an exasberated sighed. His whole 7'3" build of useless strength relaxed with the released pent up energy, anger melted into a cheered smile, even as the snow about him melted beneath his body’s warmth. Forming a sort of, monstrous snow-angel. It was his own fault for being distracted by a sweet scent upon the air while he walked unfamiliar territories. He watched the flurries fall toward him from grey Heavens. That scent permeated his thoughts and his smile deepened. Whoever it was, if this was their trap, they would not find the fuzzy snowy angel as his imprint in the snowy ground suggested, that was for sure!