the moon and i

Vorrakess Wolfgang · 11-29-2011, 10:13 PM

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His hood now down, the inners filled with soft deer fur, made mostly from his first successful hunt with his Kingdom. It had been a Reindeer… a doe. Short with small antlers upon her head and the coat was relatively pale. The Cloth Keeper found a human cloak, to which he sold to the Vorrakess family for a hefty price and then, used the sticky sap of winter trees that grew around the Kingdom’s outskirts to stick the cloak to the skin. It kept him warmer, but now that he was down from the mountains, the temperature was not as chilly. He would grow too hot under the thickness of his cloak and growing winter coat should the winter this year be merciful. His eyes drew to the creek, wondering briefly if he should crawl down from his perch and crouch to take a drink. Or if it was good enough just watching. He swallowing down, feeling content for now. His blue eyes turned from the creek softly bubbling below him and to the clearing of the night sky. The stars were twinkling, shining in all their glory, and yet the large moon held the spotlight. His muzzle was pointed up as if any moment, he would break out into song.

And perhaps, he was tempted to do just that. But he was not so sure. If he howled, his voice may be recognized… recognized by unwanted attention of any Zheynche spies lurking amongst the shadows, ready to swallow him whole and complete the mission they had set out for. He stayed completely still, posed with his uninjured left leg perched with his arm over the knee and his injured one touching the ground. His eyes glanced towards a soft voice questioning from the underbrush, but otherwise, he did not move. His head did not even turn until he parted his lips to speak. “One?” He asked back, not hearing the other words. Though wondered briefly it was not another person he heard, but rather, a voice upon the winds… a voice that did not exist in any one else’s head except his own. They did say that once leaving the Kingdom and not returning quickly shattered sanity. It was his Grandfather’s words.

He made a quiet noise of clearing this throat and turned his head towards the suspected area that one was watching him from. “Are you one of the clan… of Inferni?” His voice was monotone as always with his thick accent rumbling with it. “Do not worry. I am a member, too.” He felt obliged to tell them this information. For it had only been so short of a time that he had joined the ranks, and while it was spoken naturally, Wolfgang couldn’t help but feel that it was strange to be aligned with someone other than the place of his birth. He moved his left leg down and stood rather unevenly, but still square shouldered and with the air of royalty around him.

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