04-02-2009, 02:04 AM
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OuO
Edit: Aww, damnit, I did it again, OnO. Oh well, I don't want to bother anyone about this one. Sorry about that!
500+
He felt it before he saw it. It was a feeling in the wind, or perhaps it was from the shadows themselves. The black maw lifted ever so slightly in acknowledgment of the premonition, but the black orbs did not shift. The black brute remained stationary, indifferent to that which would come. For now, the empty soul, with waters ever still, listened to the day as if he were waiting. It seemed as if he were always waiting. But untroubled by time, the crow wolf would wait. And he would lie in waiting like a serpent ready to strike, coiled with venomous fangs that dripped with the liquid that stilled life. And it dripped...just as the rain dripped. He heard the rain then, considering for a moment as if it had some great worth. But it was simply cold and wet and dead. And perhaps that was all that it needed to be.
And then he caught the movement. The black orbs shifted slightly, moving his line of vision to focus on that distant thing. It was, clad in a hat and coat, a coyote. The corners of his black lips tugged in a sneer. The pied wolf saw coyotes as inferior beings, inferior in every way. And he would not have given the male another thought until his gaze found him. The eyes were blindfolded, but the force of the gaze was unmistakable. There were eyes that saw, but what they saw, the brute did not know. The black auds lifted, rising like horns above his head as if listening to the silence that resonated from the coyote below. The Korean shifted then, sliding his paw forward in the wet earth that clung to his iron paw. The movement was strange, as if one would expect to hear the grating of stone against stone. It was as if the male had been brought to life by the presence of a living soul, as if alone, in his solitude, the male were unliving.
The crow wolf did not move to approach the blindfolded creature. And he was silent for a while as that fierce, fathomless gaze considered the other with a calculating look. The Korean’s posture, erected as always, straitened slightly, as if in silent challenge. And his lean, chiseled body that was exposed to the gelid world, welcomed the cold as if it harbored it there. His black lips parted slightly to reveal a fleeting flash of those hungering jaws, and that indiscernible grating that was his mirthless laughter clawed the air. That cruel maw lifted as the tenor voice rose in challenge, the howl powerful but empty, mocking and laughing. And as his challenge died within the raining world, the fathomless gaze returned to the other, those narrow, Korean eyes unrelenting, fierce and fathomless. A sneer splayed across his maw, and it was as mirthless and empty as that cool façade that was ever in place. He could play this game. It was one that he knew. And the world existed for him to play his games.
OuO
Edit: Aww, damnit, I did it again, OnO. Oh well, I don't want to bother anyone about this one. Sorry about that!
500+
He felt it before he saw it. It was a feeling in the wind, or perhaps it was from the shadows themselves. The black maw lifted ever so slightly in acknowledgment of the premonition, but the black orbs did not shift. The black brute remained stationary, indifferent to that which would come. For now, the empty soul, with waters ever still, listened to the day as if he were waiting. It seemed as if he were always waiting. But untroubled by time, the crow wolf would wait. And he would lie in waiting like a serpent ready to strike, coiled with venomous fangs that dripped with the liquid that stilled life. And it dripped...just as the rain dripped. He heard the rain then, considering for a moment as if it had some great worth. But it was simply cold and wet and dead. And perhaps that was all that it needed to be.
And then he caught the movement. The black orbs shifted slightly, moving his line of vision to focus on that distant thing. It was, clad in a hat and coat, a coyote. The corners of his black lips tugged in a sneer. The pied wolf saw coyotes as inferior beings, inferior in every way. And he would not have given the male another thought until his gaze found him. The eyes were blindfolded, but the force of the gaze was unmistakable. There were eyes that saw, but what they saw, the brute did not know. The black auds lifted, rising like horns above his head as if listening to the silence that resonated from the coyote below. The Korean shifted then, sliding his paw forward in the wet earth that clung to his iron paw. The movement was strange, as if one would expect to hear the grating of stone against stone. It was as if the male had been brought to life by the presence of a living soul, as if alone, in his solitude, the male were unliving.
The crow wolf did not move to approach the blindfolded creature. And he was silent for a while as that fierce, fathomless gaze considered the other with a calculating look. The Korean’s posture, erected as always, straitened slightly, as if in silent challenge. And his lean, chiseled body that was exposed to the gelid world, welcomed the cold as if it harbored it there. His black lips parted slightly to reveal a fleeting flash of those hungering jaws, and that indiscernible grating that was his mirthless laughter clawed the air. That cruel maw lifted as the tenor voice rose in challenge, the howl powerful but empty, mocking and laughing. And as his challenge died within the raining world, the fathomless gaze returned to the other, those narrow, Korean eyes unrelenting, fierce and fathomless. A sneer splayed across his maw, and it was as mirthless and empty as that cool façade that was ever in place. He could play this game. It was one that he knew. And the world existed for him to play his games.