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The crackling flames accented his coat perfectly--flickering orange and gold enhanced the faint reddish tint to his fur and the sooty black accents now became ashes that danced in the light. His red eyes were especially infernal as they reflected the shimmering flames that had taken on a life of their own. In a sense it mirrored the hell-fire felt within--though somehow, seeing it externalised held a placating effect. He stood for a moment in silence, jaw slightly agape and gaze focused skyward as the fire reached eagerly for the heavens, angry and furious that it could not despite its best efforts. He traced a line down one of the swaying flames to the charred fuel truck, and only now did he spot the other wolf standing on the other side.
Instantly his ears fell back, and for a split second his muscles tensed as he fought the urge to flee. Though there were no sheriffs or juries this day in age, there was still a kind of natural law that permeated their society and he had a strong hunch arson was just as offensive now as it had been to the humans. The parking lot and runways extended practically beyond the extent of his sight, however, and though he did not fear the fire spreading much at all beyond their immediate area, he could still imagine a number of folks being (reasonably) upset over his actions. The high-pitched ring in his ears was only now beginning to fade.
Perhaps he hadn't been spotted yet. Part of him (damn it all) was also concerned they may have been injured, though their posture sought to assure him otherwise. He hadn't realised anybody else was so near by. He lowered himself slowly to all fours, knowing full well that even the faintest movement could trigger jarring and immediate responses in their species, and kept low to the ground, padding behind the barriers as he moved closer to the stranger. Amidst the burning oil he eventually registered the other's scent as wolfish and feminine. His dark-tipped ears pricked forward as he completed his careful 180 around the truck and closer to the awestruck girl, his eyes focused with grim intensity as he considered what he ought to do next. It didn't even occur to him that she may have been just as delighted as he was.
's all good o:
The crackling flames accented his coat perfectly--flickering orange and gold enhanced the faint reddish tint to his fur and the sooty black accents now became ashes that danced in the light. His red eyes were especially infernal as they reflected the shimmering flames that had taken on a life of their own. In a sense it mirrored the hell-fire felt within--though somehow, seeing it externalised held a placating effect. He stood for a moment in silence, jaw slightly agape and gaze focused skyward as the fire reached eagerly for the heavens, angry and furious that it could not despite its best efforts. He traced a line down one of the swaying flames to the charred fuel truck, and only now did he spot the other wolf standing on the other side.
Instantly his ears fell back, and for a split second his muscles tensed as he fought the urge to flee. Though there were no sheriffs or juries this day in age, there was still a kind of natural law that permeated their society and he had a strong hunch arson was just as offensive now as it had been to the humans. The parking lot and runways extended practically beyond the extent of his sight, however, and though he did not fear the fire spreading much at all beyond their immediate area, he could still imagine a number of folks being (reasonably) upset over his actions. The high-pitched ring in his ears was only now beginning to fade.
Perhaps he hadn't been spotted yet. Part of him (damn it all) was also concerned they may have been injured, though their posture sought to assure him otherwise. He hadn't realised anybody else was so near by. He lowered himself slowly to all fours, knowing full well that even the faintest movement could trigger jarring and immediate responses in their species, and kept low to the ground, padding behind the barriers as he moved closer to the stranger. Amidst the burning oil he eventually registered the other's scent as wolfish and feminine. His dark-tipped ears pricked forward as he completed his careful 180 around the truck and closer to the awestruck girl, his eyes focused with grim intensity as he considered what he ought to do next. It didn't even occur to him that she may have been just as delighted as he was.
's all good o: