❛ Sometimes the best thing to do is to walk away. ❜
GAME STARTERS VOL.5 FAR CRY : V
𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! a wolf stalks, prowls, and hunts down it’s prey / shaggydog was an artful beast in the craft, like a shadow dancing between beams of delicate light which pierced down through a canopy of pine nettles above. however, there are strength in numbers, and rickon lacked in those numbers he was once born into…. his pack was divided, and a lone wolf never survives the winter— one which hurled down upon them as the days trickled by, and the summer sun pulled farther and farther away from them. it’s light? a ghost– a phantom of the warmth they’d once known & bathed in, as the cold grasp of fimbulwinter snared in it’s grasp, the lands and all it’s occupants.
“ — not this time. “ sharp eyes turn upon the other boy, red hair like fire blazing up from a pile of fall ripened leaves, curling in wisps around his face— to cup cheeks ever so soft, and deceivingly so as his nails were sharp, and his teeth sharper. “ it hurt shaggydog— “ he sounds as if wounded himself, “ no one hurts shaggydog. “ for the beast was all that the boy had ( the other half of his soul ) ! and the anger in rickon’s eyes was made companion only by a grey monster named fear. it’s pollutant grasp, seeking to sink claws into the child as he paced before his beast; massive, black, and nursing an injured leg which it licked with a pink tongue. black splotches on the roof of the the direwolf’s mouth, exposed with each swipe it had delivered to the garish bite of an ogre upon it’s back leg.
