I do it because I can, I can because I want to,Anouke KasekhemreI want to because you made me.The silence that wrapped around the Young Hellion was deafening. It was like a hand that pressed down upon the woods; blocking out any sound from escaping, or entering. His first reaction was suspicion, but as time went on he became more relaxed. He was always aware of his surroundings, that skill was needed to be able to work his way through tricky situations. But from the silence he could tell that nothing would be able to sneak up on him. Any sound would immediately be heard from miles away, which would alert him to its presence, be it predator, prey, or wolf.
Bright, calculating amber eyes scanned the forest, searching for anything that may be unusual or suspicious-looking. Chatters from up above sounded almost distant, but they were audible. Chattering’s from chipmunks and other creatures, squawks from birds and many other sounds that his dark ears couldn’t quite decipher.
Under the canopy of leaves upon the branches it was cold, dark and damp. Slight amounts of light filtered through the leaves and beamed down upon the ground, where it would have to battle with the ghostly blue fog that swirled on the ground, carpeting it with a ghostly glow, to be seen. Large paws padded through the fog –which swirled around his legs and licked at the underside of his creamy brown belly- towards an unknown destination. The Young Hellion often wandered around, searching for new wolves to meet, to play his tricks on, and just to have fun. Plain and simple.
Anouke paused when he saw a small, dark shape; ears and nose twitching, eyes scanning and lips starting to curl, almost showing his pearly white canines. Being wary of creatures in the Spectral Woods was a very good idea, as he had no idea if they were friendly or not. It wasn’t that he was scared, he could look death in the eyes and not feel a trace of fear, but knowing what he would be up against was better than not knowing. After all, wasn't the saying ”Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer” said for a reason?
The creature seemed to be heading into what seemed the center of the woods, where the mist was thickest. His interest peaked as his large paws padded forwards –not ambling into the unknown, but after the dark shape, whatever it was. As time passed, the Young Hellion seemed to catch up with the small, dark creature. Now that he was up closer, Anouke could clearly see that the small, dark creature was a tiny wolf, (barely reaching up to his neck) a female.
The small female sported a thick, black pelt that looked as if it needed a good groom. White hairs could be seen singularly throughout her messy coat, and what seemed to be muscles gave her a cylindrical shape. As the fae walked, he could see murky silver eyes imbedded into a dark face. But the most extraordinary thing about the fae was her lack of tail.
He was intrigued yet repulsed at the same time. It could mean that she had either won a great battle, or had lost miserably against a larger wolf. But then again, he strived for perfection in a wolf, and having a tail was a must. Trying to ignore the fact that the fae had no tail he stopped and stood still, watching her as she slowly padded onwards at a leisurely pace, without a care in the world.
The tip of his brown tail twitched to the side as he lifted up his right leg –which was all white- and flexed it calmly. Whenever he met a new wolf, he always did that, but why, he didn’t know. “Look at us here, trying to find your lost tail?” His voice was deep and soft, yet also full of volume, like a bass guitar. He would see what her reaction was, before trying to either tempt her to do something drastic, or seduce her. The latter made him mentally shiver, he would like nothing to do with her. But the temptation to mess with her mind was just too great to overcome.
Oh, he would mess with her mind until she couldn’t think straight.
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