11/23/2024, 11:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 11/23/2024, 11:46 PM by Silvercreek.)
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The Silvercreek had lurked in the wisteria forest for a time. Getting his bearings in this new world, yes, but mostly enjoying his freedom.
No stinking breath of a tyrant in his ear, not anymore. Silvercreek had stolen his freedom, taken flight with it, the teeth of trolls snapping at his heels but winter's bite was never able to quite grasp him.
No, he danced now outside of all those cursed cycles - they would never imprison him again.
He had headed south when the impulse struck him, brushing his pale muzzle against the softness of wilting wisteria petals, red as droplets of blood as they drifted free of their stems and rained upon his face, crown, and spine. A goodbye without sorrow, as he parted ways with the mysterious forest that had served as refuge to the fugitive for a time.
Silver stood tall and confident, pawsteps light and stealthy as he trod. A lily-pad gaze skimmed across the man's surroundings. He was pleased with his freedom, but not so foolish as to forget the naivety that had gotten those iron chains clad around him, invisible to all but Silvercreek and his captors. A soft humming, melodies without meaning, rose and fell from his throat as he walked.
Above, clouds hovered heavy. Silvercreek paid them no mind, his frog friend perched idly amongst the fur draped across his shoulders.
Ahead, the scent of blood and offal made his ears swivel to alertness. Graceful motions, almost lazy in their effortless motion, brought the Silvercreek closer to the source until a once-coyote took shape before him in the yellowing grass. A brow arched - the canine cracked apart in a sinew-strewn mockery of wholeness had been...destroyed, but not devoured.
Mossy hazel eyes drifted upward, to a coiled lump of fur. The Silvercreek had not ceased his eerie, idle humming. The melody drifted and dipped, as his gaze skimmed over the wolf, curious without obtrusiveness...not yet.