In our Wings that Bark, Flashing Teeth of Brass

[lindir_the_fox]

Cold air. Fresh turned earth, goldclover-Rabbit.

Lindir wheeled on his hind paws, twisting toward that startled scent, bunched and sprang over a streamlet for a joy-filled sprint and catch. His jaws closed on fur and softly-shifting neck bones, exulted in blood and the young wolf snapped the poor beast's neck in his teeth.

Comments

[vinarian]

(( Poor fox.

I never thought to write anything from that viewpoint when you do the quests disguised as a wolf. Great read, I could tell just how much it touched Lindir to be something else. ))

[lindir_the_fox]

((I will sometimes use in character blog entries as an excuse to work out a writing exercise or a character exploration. This kid needs a damn happy.))

[vinarian]

(( Yes he does. :x ))

[tekenar_serpent]

(( :( Poor little fox. Everyone needs to lose themselves in fantasy once in a while...even the vehicles of fantasy themselves. ))

[lindir_the_fox]

((where do we sign up for the fairy princess fantasy?))