Post by percival on May 22, 2012 21:26:32 GMT -5
w e ' r e sick like animals,
Moonlight broke through the trees in shards, draping the dark scenery in asymmetrical sections, making the vale a curious mix of dark and light. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that settled in an area where almost all of it's residents were fast asleep, having survived one more day in the treacherous world. The low hum of insects was serene, making the entire scene laughably picturesque, like a page out of a fairy tale, what with the fireflies ambling about in the warm darkness.
Percival ignored the instinctual tug that urged him to hide in the shadows; it was useless, considering that his eyes glowed even in the dark, the fire-like light flickering and rising off his orbs like smoke, slowly fading in the dark in two distinctive strokes of ice blue and cheese yellow. He blinked, momentarily cutting off the soft trails of color that his eyes emitted. It wasn't like having white fur helped-- it was like the gods (whatever was out there, really) were having some sort of cruel joke, expecting him to hunt and survive with this miserable get-up. At least he wasn't as disgustingly gaudy as some of the other wolves in the area he had spotted (and thankfully hadn't been seen by).
Percival crossed the soft grass with a cat-like silence, a ghostly air of elegance to his predatory gait. He paused in a patch of moonlight near the center, his ears swiveling as they strained to prove that indeed, he had heard someone approach. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, turning his head slowly this way and that, his gaze darting about as the lazy glow struggled after them the way a pup followed it's dam, the gold and blue swishing with each movement of his neck. Taking a breath, he decided that, fuck it, it wasn't like he hadn't been detected yet, had he? "I don't suppose," he called out in his lilting, smooth dulcet of a voice, "that the 'oh please kind sir or madam, don't hurt me' plea is going to do any good for me, is it?"
Percival ignored the instinctual tug that urged him to hide in the shadows; it was useless, considering that his eyes glowed even in the dark, the fire-like light flickering and rising off his orbs like smoke, slowly fading in the dark in two distinctive strokes of ice blue and cheese yellow. He blinked, momentarily cutting off the soft trails of color that his eyes emitted. It wasn't like having white fur helped-- it was like the gods (whatever was out there, really) were having some sort of cruel joke, expecting him to hunt and survive with this miserable get-up. At least he wasn't as disgustingly gaudy as some of the other wolves in the area he had spotted (and thankfully hadn't been seen by).
Percival crossed the soft grass with a cat-like silence, a ghostly air of elegance to his predatory gait. He paused in a patch of moonlight near the center, his ears swiveling as they strained to prove that indeed, he had heard someone approach. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, turning his head slowly this way and that, his gaze darting about as the lazy glow struggled after them the way a pup followed it's dam, the gold and blue swishing with each movement of his neck. Taking a breath, he decided that, fuck it, it wasn't like he hadn't been detected yet, had he? "I don't suppose," he called out in his lilting, smooth dulcet of a voice, "that the 'oh please kind sir or madam, don't hurt me' plea is going to do any good for me, is it?"
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