Today, 3:12 AM
((d20 for stealth — 13. Scout 1/5))
A brisk shudder ran up the wolven man’s spine as he walked, rustling his fur as he trembled with a hiss. Even with a thick pelt like this, the chill still managed to creep its fingers against the nape of his neck…
Iolas sighed, his breath visibly emerging as a faint cloud of vapors, which quickly evaporated in the cold night air. He found himself staring until the phenomenon concluded, which then drew his eyes to the stars above. His sour mood sweetened a little at the sight… What was more charming than the beautifully gilded night sky? It reminded him of the jewels his mother was fond of, particularly the white crystals and diamonds.
Before he could linger upon the memory of her, the slightest whisper of movement had his ear twisting in alert, shoulders tensing up. His eyes searched around, but found nothing, so he quickly ducked and used his nose to see what he could not. Ah, a scent, sure enough someone was nearby.
He followed, his light paws muting his steps, until he found the source of the disturbance, and arguably, it was more magnificent than the sky.
In fact, this she-wolf appeared to rival the appearance of the stars. Perhaps she was of the stars? Was this a mythical creature he was laying eyes on? Iolas didn’t dare approach yet; he hadn’t observed many wolves in this land, and he had no idea if the magics that ruled it could create a being that is both alluring and dangerous…
His brothers used to tell him of mythical sirens, or kelpies, perhaps this was one born of the stars, rather than the sea. No, he was not a fool, he would observe her first. Though, thus far she only appeared to be admiring the stars… It was rather endearing. He hunkered down to watch, tilting his head slightly in interest.
A brisk shudder ran up the wolven man’s spine as he walked, rustling his fur as he trembled with a hiss. Even with a thick pelt like this, the chill still managed to creep its fingers against the nape of his neck…
Iolas sighed, his breath visibly emerging as a faint cloud of vapors, which quickly evaporated in the cold night air. He found himself staring until the phenomenon concluded, which then drew his eyes to the stars above. His sour mood sweetened a little at the sight… What was more charming than the beautifully gilded night sky? It reminded him of the jewels his mother was fond of, particularly the white crystals and diamonds.
Before he could linger upon the memory of her, the slightest whisper of movement had his ear twisting in alert, shoulders tensing up. His eyes searched around, but found nothing, so he quickly ducked and used his nose to see what he could not. Ah, a scent, sure enough someone was nearby.
He followed, his light paws muting his steps, until he found the source of the disturbance, and arguably, it was more magnificent than the sky.
In fact, this she-wolf appeared to rival the appearance of the stars. Perhaps she was of the stars? Was this a mythical creature he was laying eyes on? Iolas didn’t dare approach yet; he hadn’t observed many wolves in this land, and he had no idea if the magics that ruled it could create a being that is both alluring and dangerous…
His brothers used to tell him of mythical sirens, or kelpies, perhaps this was one born of the stars, rather than the sea. No, he was not a fool, he would observe her first. Though, thus far she only appeared to be admiring the stars… It was rather endearing. He hunkered down to watch, tilting his head slightly in interest.