Kanchana Sat Oct 08, 2011 2:41 pm
Terskiel Naraien
Golden brown and black flecked pelt shimmered under the morning light, his broad shoulders and towering frame often called for him to be mistaken as a bear, rather then the wolf he truly was. Heavily set muscles rippled under his frame at every movement, and his eyes that appeared almost human sparkled with a bright blue.
Eyes roamed the unfamiliar buildings, nose sniffing the air tentatively as the paws padded deeply between their depths. The lingering scent of elves rested underneath all the animals he hunted, but it was clear they were now long gone. Not that he remembered the elves, it had been years since he had seen his long lost ancestors. He grew up wolf, with his pack of wild wolves. He knew none of these elven customs, all he knew that he was half of something else, something with two legs and towered over his wolf friends. But also his own wolf form was bigger then any wolf seen before, he had left his pack trying to find reason. But that had been years ago now, how many he would never know, but at least he knew of his true being now.
He was elf, or at least should of been. But he was of a rarer kind, the Taror. The only sub-species of elves with a secret. A shape shifter half.
The close by howl of a wolf reached his sharp ears and his head perked up at the noise, for a wolf could only be a lone wolf for so long.
Picking up his over sized feet, the lumbering form trotted down the Inbetween paths, ears perked straight to follow the sound as she came into sight. As ebony as the night air around her, only the scarlet blood red streaks stood out alongside the bright grey eyes.
Arching his form, he powered easily towards the much smaller fae, confidence radiating from his very being. His tail held high and waging slightly, he showed a more playful nature despite his aged years, but the closer he came the more her scent overpowered him and he froze, sniffing the air and pulled the skin over his teeth back a little to flash a look of the sharp razors. Frozen where he stood, he studied her before sitting on his rump, head tilting to the side as if in thought and chuffed quietly.