rawr bitch
Something primal in him ticks at the sight of a herd but alas, they're all bone and there's not much one can do with just a pile of bones. He also not lounging on top of the steps this time, having sheltered himself against the colder air at the base of the steps. A voice, oddly familiar, crackles along the bond and his head twists, golden eyes searching through the darkness. I see them. Wonder what magical fuckery this is..
He pushes himself up and stalks closer to the herd. The glow of their horns is enticing despite their lack of meat. Maybe he should snag a pair. But it's hard to gauge the health of something.. so dead. Maybe it would be best to leave them be.
He pushes himself up and stalks closer to the herd. The glow of their horns is enticing despite their lack of meat. Maybe he should snag a pair. But it's hard to gauge the health of something.. so dead. Maybe it would be best to leave them be.
LOCKE
