[ P ] a moment of solace

Grigori never thought it’d come to this, but he missed home. Well, not ‘home’ in the strictest meaning of the word, rather merely the way that home was. In particular, he missed the dry and dusty landscape, with low shrubs and cacti strewn about. He missed how at sunrise, the night’s blue slowly soaked in the desert’s warm palette and, for the briefest moment, everything turned a fleeting shade of purple.

In Melrose, the dawn was.. colder. That was the first thing that came to his mind. More ethereal perhaps, with how the slowly dissipating mist obscured the first rays of sunlight. Grigori certainly wasn’t no poet to describe more than that.. but he watched it nonetheless. Lying down comfortably on the soft grass, belly up, with his head propped against a tress. There was a small pile of recently gathered mint beside him, and a few leaves already being chewed between his teeth. That alone was almost enough to make up for the change of clime – this meadow proved to be very rich in herbs, his favorite included. He could only hope that will remain true throughout the winter.

It’s quite likely he should be spending time trying to figure out how a wolf like him might fit in Rionnach’s society instead of relaxing like this, but he’s always been less about figuring things out than he was about hard work and relaxing. The former not being readily available, he felt inclined towards the latter. Truth be told, the blonde male simply had no idea where to start – so might as well wait a bit and see if any opportunities present themselves, right? He knew it was foolish and naïve to hope things will simply work out without him actively trying… still, on the off chance he might be this lucky, it couldn’t hurt to try for a little bit.



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TABLE & CODE © RASTA 2020 "Speech!" He wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to be doing here. of course this was nothing to be bothered with, because did he ever? Rose of dawn hitting his pelt, sprinkling of mist. Often he awoke in different locations, this was absolutely nothing different. Sometimes the best move he ever made was on the run. However, as he stretched out he made sure to look upon his environment. The less said ,the less were. so he might not have been entirely here for good purposes but who was that for anybody to know. He wasn't exactly the best person. Scientific evidence said you learned new habits in 30 days. Being a skeptical unit, he continud to wander up on the shores of the meadow. Honestly he was here to find some food. There's somebody else, besides himself. Selfishness run through his veins but it was over. At least he was shutting every and he could, out. Redemption was a hard thing to earn. But here, was a start. It was then, that he noticed him. He startled stiffly upon the grass. A slow growl, to himself as he observed. Instinct took over, and this other creature did not seem to pose a threat. For now. He was hard pressed to give chances, however he was hard-pressed to have friends as well. Indecision was not in his nature. So I see Captain's distance he decided to see. A quick and short bark. A small little approach, a quick dance. And that was all.

One would think that at such an early hour, there would be no other soul around. The soft sound of steps on grass reached the blonde male’s ears, proving that not to be the case. Another wolf trying to enjoy the peace and quiet of solitude? Clearly not, as the steps drew closer, approaching. Grigori drew his gaze away from the enkindling sky, finding the stranger’s figure just as a bark of announcement was offered. A male, judging by the built, and pure white. A sight rare enough for him to be considered exotic; white-furred wolves rarely stuck around long enough to suffer under the harsh sun of his homeland. It’s a simple look, but appealing in a soft sort of way. The contours of the stranger’s fur faded into the sunlight that illuminated them, making it look almost like a halo.. but noticeable bulk of muscle and sharp eyes prevented any kind of gentle impression.

He’s been staring for a moment, he realized, yet there was no further indication for the other’s reason to approach. Grigori grumbled to himself, quietly enough that it wouldn’t be heard. It’s always a hassle to interact with wolves like that who just show up and don’t say much. “Howdy.” Finally, he opted for a simple greeting. He didn’t really feel like being polite when the other party wasn’t, but it did buy him a little time. His eyes trailed down to his own body, realizing that he’s gotten so caught up in the moment that he forgot he was resting in front of a stranger with his underbelly up, showing no sign of concern whatsoever. The blonde male immediately tucked his tail in to cover himself, before moving into a sit with a grunt. Although.. after the fact, he realized that he wasn’t really feeling embarrassed. “Lookin’ for somethin’?” he asked, looking to the stranger once more.




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