The heat had been a reminder that he was far from home, but Virion did not mind too much, he would adapt. It was what him and his people did. His pale skin looked almost alabaster should he step into the moonlight, but he kept himself away from most of the revellers. Well, except the one group who seemed lost in their own little world. A flock of sheep being hunted by a wolf. They could thank whatever archaic gods they worshipped for him not being in the mood to hunt.
Yet...
Grey eyes narrowed as he watched one of the sheep move out of the flock. The male was wearing white, like freshly fallen snow. The opposite of his own thick black cloak lined with black wolf fur, even the other's hair was white. Everything about him was a stark contrast to Virion -- the light to his darkness.
The wolf tilted his head to the side as the other bowed to him lowly, offered a hand. Virion tensed slightly but accepted the hand after sniffing it, like a dog accepting a human petting it after deciding their are safe. After all, Jigano was nothing more than a lamb who stumbled upon a predator. The stranger wanted a dance...with someone like him. How trusting...
The hunter liked this place better than his home. Had someone done this where he was from, they would have gotten an axe to the head or worse. Instead, Virion smiled back. The wolf was not even in sheep's clothing this time. He looked over to the rest of the flock where the other had looked. "You'd have to lead..." he said, enjoying the feeling of the hand in his own, warm from the blood that flowed through it.
The touch stirred something in him. The beast was awakening, but he pushed it down. Not yet... The wolf would play with the lost little lamb for a bit. He enjoyed the hunt and killing him would have been too easy.
Yet...
Grey eyes narrowed as he watched one of the sheep move out of the flock. The male was wearing white, like freshly fallen snow. The opposite of his own thick black cloak lined with black wolf fur, even the other's hair was white. Everything about him was a stark contrast to Virion -- the light to his darkness.
The wolf tilted his head to the side as the other bowed to him lowly, offered a hand. Virion tensed slightly but accepted the hand after sniffing it, like a dog accepting a human petting it after deciding their are safe. After all, Jigano was nothing more than a lamb who stumbled upon a predator. The stranger wanted a dance...with someone like him. How trusting...
The hunter liked this place better than his home. Had someone done this where he was from, they would have gotten an axe to the head or worse. Instead, Virion smiled back. The wolf was not even in sheep's clothing this time. He looked over to the rest of the flock where the other had looked. "You'd have to lead..." he said, enjoying the feeling of the hand in his own, warm from the blood that flowed through it.
The touch stirred something in him. The beast was awakening, but he pushed it down. Not yet... The wolf would play with the lost little lamb for a bit. He enjoyed the hunt and killing him would have been too easy.
