08-30-2014, 09:45 PM
The moon grew great and small many times before Silas returned to the stone roads of the two-legged.
He followed the scent of meat. Boiling and bubbling. Harsh and putrefied against the wet snow. But where there was ruined meat, there also would be fresh.
With shaking paws, he fumbled with the round disk in the road until claws pried it from its iron seams.
He thrust his muzzle into the darkness revealed, sniffing at the humidity of the tunnel. Human, foul and wet, but also meat and flame.
He dropped in with a splash, crouched low. Fire flew, paws barely touching the surface of the underground river. He was a black shadow in a blacker tunnel and led only by a pair of golden glowing eyes. His mouth watered as he drew close.
He followed the scent of meat. Boiling and bubbling. Harsh and putrefied against the wet snow. But where there was ruined meat, there also would be fresh.
With shaking paws, he fumbled with the round disk in the road until claws pried it from its iron seams.
He thrust his muzzle into the darkness revealed, sniffing at the humidity of the tunnel. Human, foul and wet, but also meat and flame.
He dropped in with a splash, crouched low. Fire flew, paws barely touching the surface of the underground river. He was a black shadow in a blacker tunnel and led only by a pair of golden glowing eyes. His mouth watered as he drew close.