Synergy (OPEN) May 2, 2018 14:40:28 GMT
Post by WarPaint on May 2, 2018 14:40:28 GMT
Blue skin pelted in a thin curtain of gun metal fur slunk forth, an image of pale grimness. Ragged nails that tapered into tight muscular toes marred the damp worm food below. His shocking appearance of heavy scarring reminiscent of rhino skin flashed in between the sheets of fog and mist that wound down the mountain.
Like a cloak it shielded the the phantom, only ever letting his frame become visible here and there. Eyes like cloudy citrine ,bore out of a finely chiseled head, handsome beneath the scars that puckered his dermis. Handsome did indeed hide behind the ragged tapestry that were his ears, they framed his face in ghastly curtains.
Behind the phantom, a swirling mass of fiery orange and onyx tumbled behind. ”Papa, I'm tired..and you walk to fast.” Kabra cocked an erect audit towards his fox kit. Kismet had taken to calling him Papa all his own and it touched the blue dog deeply. Together they had escaped torture and abuse and Kabra had adopted Kismet as his own. ”Come here pup, I'll carry you until we find someplace to rest.” Kismet blundered past his clumsy nature and jumped up to lick Kabras jaw. Settling beneath his father until tentative fangs latched around his nape and lifted him upwards.
The tiny fox kit curled into a ball and remained as still as possible, hanging like a pendulum. They walked together for what seemed like forever in comfortable silence. Until, finally, they found a clearing bordered by tall bushes. The early sunlight peaked through, casting shadows and brilliant rainbows. Kabra settled in the middle of the clearing, gently placing his cub on the ground. Kismets curiosity grew unchecked and the rambunctious cub raced around, eager to check out the place. He stopped short, digging his feet into the ground when a twig snapped behind one of the bushes.
The fox kit grew still, lowering himself to the ground and flattening his ears clean to his skull. ” Papa..papa.”His words tumbled out in a frightened mess of fear and uncertainty. Kabra lurched to his feet, a snarl clear in his throat. The instinct to protect his son vibrated through his whole being. The fur that stood up in a ridge on his back now lined him from the top of his skull clear to his tail. ”Take one more step near my cub and I'll gut your sorry ass.”
The warning cut clear across the distance separating father and son. Kabra stood like pins and needles, ready to leap to his cubs defense. Every fiber of his being felt like raw electricity. Kismet shrunk before him, making himself as small as possible. He knew Kabra would protect him but fear still dominated him.
Sorry for his initial aggression to any who responds lmao FEEL FREE TO GODMOD KABRA OR KISMET