02-06-2012, 09:25 PM
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A wavering, raspy call hurtled itself through the air, cutting sharp through Sarc's thoughts and silence. The brute gazed towards the heavens, as Huginn became apparent through a clearing in the sky. His beak open and shut numerous times as he continued to noisily circle the perimeter, refusing to take much command from his wolven companion. Sarc sighed as he made gestures in an attempt to coax the bird forward, knowing that the creature surely had no desire to listen. Caw's and gargling sounds became all the more audible, as if the winged trickster had been laughing without the slightest restrain. Sarc muttered back to himself with multi-hued eyes locked on the half-assed friend. "Yeah, fuck you too".
Sarc took one more opportunity to absorb the landscape before fulfilling the desire to parade on. He knew now where Huginn was, and had little worry upon him for the safety of the bird. Though he often times became irritated by the company of the crow, he still feared for his safety the same as a mother would for a child. In these past years, Sarcophilous had no desire for interaction with others. He enjoyed being alone, in his most primordial form, but from time to time shifted for various advancement purposes. As much as he did not enjoy becoming upright, neither bothering to bear clothes, it had the advantage for preparation of tools and objects of entertainment. For now, it seemed fit to exercise his practices in this way. It is best, after all, to have strengths from every angle possible.
Nostrils flared, Sarc took note of the scent of another... a feminine perfume radiating from a general direction, indicating her presence to the brute. A yip sang through the air, forcing Sarc's ears to an instinctive perk, as his extremities moved all on their own in approach towards her. Though Sarc often feared social interaction, primarily because he was bad at it, he similarly feared any creature would perceive him as too savage and cold to be in their company. Many he had met seemed to progress towards civilized mannerisms, but Sarc had no interest in such things. For this, he always told himself he should not care what they think; but he did. The wolf within could not forever remain in solitude, so for this he sought out the presence of a stranger, without knowledge of how he would behave.
Coming within distance of the woman, Sarc took note of coyote traits within her physique, comparing her genetic history with his own. He seemed more inclined to approach for this reason alone, but before he could open his mouth and permit the right words to escape, Huginn swooped down, claws out stretched, and struck at the tips of Sarc's ears. A sharp, loud and guttural snarl released itself from the core of his jugulars, emitting with a sense of calamity, and hopefully not so much that he would scare the woman from her place.
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SARCOPHILOUS
OOC- It was lonely indeed! I thought no one would respond to this lol. Also I love Vesper's personality...
A wavering, raspy call hurtled itself through the air, cutting sharp through Sarc's thoughts and silence. The brute gazed towards the heavens, as Huginn became apparent through a clearing in the sky. His beak open and shut numerous times as he continued to noisily circle the perimeter, refusing to take much command from his wolven companion. Sarc sighed as he made gestures in an attempt to coax the bird forward, knowing that the creature surely had no desire to listen. Caw's and gargling sounds became all the more audible, as if the winged trickster had been laughing without the slightest restrain. Sarc muttered back to himself with multi-hued eyes locked on the half-assed friend. "Yeah, fuck you too".
Sarc took one more opportunity to absorb the landscape before fulfilling the desire to parade on. He knew now where Huginn was, and had little worry upon him for the safety of the bird. Though he often times became irritated by the company of the crow, he still feared for his safety the same as a mother would for a child. In these past years, Sarcophilous had no desire for interaction with others. He enjoyed being alone, in his most primordial form, but from time to time shifted for various advancement purposes. As much as he did not enjoy becoming upright, neither bothering to bear clothes, it had the advantage for preparation of tools and objects of entertainment. For now, it seemed fit to exercise his practices in this way. It is best, after all, to have strengths from every angle possible.
Nostrils flared, Sarc took note of the scent of another... a feminine perfume radiating from a general direction, indicating her presence to the brute. A yip sang through the air, forcing Sarc's ears to an instinctive perk, as his extremities moved all on their own in approach towards her. Though Sarc often feared social interaction, primarily because he was bad at it, he similarly feared any creature would perceive him as too savage and cold to be in their company. Many he had met seemed to progress towards civilized mannerisms, but Sarc had no interest in such things. For this, he always told himself he should not care what they think; but he did. The wolf within could not forever remain in solitude, so for this he sought out the presence of a stranger, without knowledge of how he would behave.
Coming within distance of the woman, Sarc took note of coyote traits within her physique, comparing her genetic history with his own. He seemed more inclined to approach for this reason alone, but before he could open his mouth and permit the right words to escape, Huginn swooped down, claws out stretched, and struck at the tips of Sarc's ears. A sharp, loud and guttural snarl released itself from the core of his jugulars, emitting with a sense of calamity, and hopefully not so much that he would scare the woman from her place.
Hear the mourners-The earth is gasping for air. Sneering at this thoughtless ravage- If we don't wake we'll massacre ourselves.
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