( carnxfex. )
eyes the colour of ghostly, pastel blue, matched a poised exterior as the papa wolf lies in wait; a hand steadying his pack, the motive almost systematic. it had been under an aloe green canopy of fauna they did their waiting, beady eyes observing the movements and the patterns of those behind the god-sent, heavenly walls of the safe zone, of terminus; and Kingpin had barely succeeded in reigning his dogs in, for their maws dripped with saliva at the prospect of the place. meat for the taking, they had foiled in like-minds. but it was up to their alpha to decide whether or not that was, indeed, true. -------------------------- it had taken him this long to decide to move.
a week of this has resulted in their prolonged anticipations at the place. he knew he couldn't ask more of them, thus the day came that they would not cower among shadows, but stand proud, like golden lions; and with that, came the promise of protection. at a small price, they would later learn, but never the less, they are sheep, for one day only. and they advance, boot heels kicking up dirt forebodingly as they do.
the gate opens, as per usual; though they do not enter. Kingpin holds that same hand up again, the pregnant symbol to stay your fire; guns are kept, for now, facing south. it is on mid-day's hot, summer air, that he calls out,
' folk of terminus, ' in a husky, loud voice.
' lend us your ears. '
