Fancy Seeing You Here

Saul Stormbringer · 05-02-2012, 09:04 AM

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28.04.12 . 6pm . halycon mountains . lupus form

Saul Chibi is by Requiem!

He'd tried to hold out as long as possible. The anxiety had built in his body until he couldn't hold it in any longer. He could still remember the feeling of her body pressed against his, the dark flush of desire through both of them as his lips had brushed against her, softly at first and then harder and harder until he felt the need to press her so close that they merged into one, became one person. Of course, this desire had been quenched as she'd stepped away from him, an unreadable expression on her face. She'd turned away from him, professing how sorry she was, before disappearing into her hut. He'd stood there for a long time, staring at the door and trying to figure out what had happened. He hadn't seen her properly to speak to her in more than a week. The dawn of the second week of her avoidance had come and he'd quickly realised that she wasn't there. He'd held out for two days before he'd told the camp that he was going scouting around in the woods and he would be back tomorrow.

He hadn't meant to go this far- he'd followed her scent trail until she'd crossed the river and he hadn't been able to find her after that. The desperation had dissipated for the moment, a dull ache in his stomach. She'd run away from them, but he had the feeling that she would be back. The looming mountains had caught his attention however and his paws had taken themselves forward. Curiosity peaked and he wondered what remained of the pack that he'd helped to create. He was thinking about creating another pack with his family, but he wondered what was happening to these lands now they were in the charge of someone so different. He crested the mountains, as he'd done so many times before, as the sun dipped below the horizon and he was momentarily dazzled by the sun in his eyes.

It only took a few moments for him to recover, and as he did so, the flash of white in a sea of brown panic caused him to focus on the scene. A hunting wolf, looking lean and a little desperate, caused him to frown. They were on their own it seemed, and Saul felt that he should perhaps help them out a little. He stopped, watching as the white wolf made their way up the mountain, chasing the deer towards him. It was perhaps the perfect ambush. As the fawn, whom the wolf had been chasing, returned to its mothers side, Saul crept closer, silent on the landscape in the bleating of the deer wishing to be reassured by one another. It was easy to creep closer, unnoticed and blending nicely into the background, before he took a lunge, jaws closing on the fawn's hamstring, locking his jaw and digging his paws into the ground as the fawn screamed in pain and shock. He needed a little help from the white wolf now, else the fawn would wrench free soon enough.

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