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09-09-2012, 10:41 AM
The corners of his mouth quirked, curled up, in a wry little smile as she responded in the same fashion. Warden Wolf and King Unicorn, two beings from a tale. And right now, it was a rather sad tale for King Unicorn, his heart empty and cold, abandoned, the ones he loved far away, leaving for one reason or another... If only it was a tale, and not his own life. Mauja absentmindedly scraped a hoof against the ground, pleased that it took no cajoling, threatening or bargaining to convince the wolf to help him hunt. Maybe she enjoyed it? "King Unicorn is most thankful, and will do as he is bid, or at very least, attempt to do it. He cannot guarantee success, only honest effort." And then, like the last day's sunlight rippling into motion and slinking off, she began to move, fading fiery light casting a bronzed glow on her back.
Entranced, curious, Mauja followed her, his hoof beats deep, but not loud in a way that intruded upon the senses: not quiet, but not alerting either. He turned into a breeze, a bank of fog, early moonlight, drifting along behind the wolf, coal-tipped ears swiveling atop his poll to catch the sounds of nightfall. Each breath was slow and deliberate, drawn in deep into his lungs, the scents picked apart, processed. They were hunting. She - he? - were hunting. At this, he was a novice, and so he was content to simply follow, curious about where it would lead, and which role he was to play. |
