10-06-2018, 06:34 PM
feral or non-feral, sentient or not, it did not matter to moribund's two heads. often for them, the line blurred. anyone could be a threat, a menace. it was only a matter of who was less of a danger to them to them in that moment.
the cacophony of a brief skirmish rattled their bones. the child did not want to come any closer. the din of fighting meant trouble and bloodshed that they could get caught up within, yet when the snarls had dwindled and silenced, it was fascination that made them take the step forward.
two sets of eyes wandered over the scene; the quiet crimson of the attacker before soaking into the heat blessed sand. the right only had silence to offer, yet at the sight of it all-- vivid and red like the brightest of roses, the head gazed on in quiet wonder to those hooded molten irises.
the left head glances appraisingly at the ebony doberman, admiring the muscled physique that allowed it to drive away such the mystery enemy-- moribund had not stayed around to see the wolf-- with hones skills the lamb could only dream of.
"you're incredible, mister," the first head remarks; the first one to speak, and the only one to speak. "who was that?" lips part in a soft, inquiring 'baa.'
the cacophony of a brief skirmish rattled their bones. the child did not want to come any closer. the din of fighting meant trouble and bloodshed that they could get caught up within, yet when the snarls had dwindled and silenced, it was fascination that made them take the step forward.
two sets of eyes wandered over the scene; the quiet crimson of the attacker before soaking into the heat blessed sand. the right only had silence to offer, yet at the sight of it all-- vivid and red like the brightest of roses, the head gazed on in quiet wonder to those hooded molten irises.
the left head glances appraisingly at the ebony doberman, admiring the muscled physique that allowed it to drive away such the mystery enemy-- moribund had not stayed around to see the wolf-- with hones skills the lamb could only dream of.
"you're incredible, mister," the first head remarks; the first one to speak, and the only one to speak. "who was that?" lips part in a soft, inquiring 'baa.'
[glow=grey,2,300][abbr=the pitt, 9 moons old, black sheep, slave]･ﾟ✦ —— tags[/abbr][/glow]
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