I see the clouds they're rolling in
They hide the sun but not my sin
the judas kiss still on my lips
can't walk away from where i've been

whispering in soft vehemence, a gusty, nordic breeze tousles the wendigo's long fur. snowfall descends all around the lone, icy figure of harou; wintertide falling in soft wisps, as ivory plumes buffet the rocks, the mountain's kingdom, and the sides of his muscular frame. alone, the solitary leviathan roams, sating his wanderlust against the arctic terrain. winter would always be his home - his true north - and it's to winter, he returns. roaming, hunting, exploring the vast, empty wilderness, were his mantra on a daily basis. he rarely sought others, only isolating himself further from society. sometimes, he'd seek out helah's company, but harou always preferred to keep himself, and after spending time with the violent woman, he'd be alone again, wandering, hungry.

massive paws sweep towards the snowy surface, the ice settling against his lithe body, bringing him a strange sense of idyllic comfort. nearing a crimson carcass, half-thawed, he leans down and tears into his half-eaten deer, pulling apart the intenstines in one, swift jerking motion. blood saturates his lips, his face, as the snow danced all around him. his hunger would know no end, even if it were his fifth kill for the day. harou is a restless beast, constantly plagued by explosive, fiery male energy.

The snow had disoriented her. The warmth had been left behind in the still sun drenched lands behind her. The white fall had startled her into some strange sort of trance, and she wandered almost aimlessly. She grasps at invisible threads of thought and memory in a desperate attempt to identify the shift in the world around her. She knew what it was. She was so sure, so very sure that she had seen this all before. That she had felt this kind of cold before. Yet nowhere in the deep empty depths of her mind could she recall. This felt so familiar, yet so distant and indescribable. She wondering if reaching the stars would be a far more attainable goal then her futile attempts to regain her memories.

She wasn't sure how long she had been staring, or when she had stopped moving forward. She struggled to bring her focus to what her deep orbs were fixed on from the whirl of her jumbled thoughts. She blinked once, twice, three time before staring with a more comprehending look at the strange scene of evisceration before her.

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I see the clouds they're rolling in
They hide the sun but not my sin
the judas kiss still on my lips
can't walk away from where i've been

hunger, mindless thirst, shrouds the icy wendigo.  he leans over his kill, muscular, male arms surging with sharp, graceful motions.  the snow falls, thick; unyielding, blanketing his neckline in a layer of soft ivory as the snow descends his frame. every breath he drew were laced in a vehement yearning, a desire to pull out blooded intestine after blooded intestine.  blood, so much of it, covers his lean flesh. covers his face. he's dripping in crimson, and the way the blood sounds after hitting the icy floor, feels like ecstacy, feels like becoming.

the crunching of bone and sinew echoes softly across the desolate winterscape, the flash of blood would spill like vermillion ink against a withered, ivory graveyard. still, harou feeds, tearing apart his deer. mannish, guttural, brutal. he only stops when the fragrance of @slyva teases him, like silken fingertips pressed into his mouth, an unexpected sensation. without warning, harou lifts his gaze then, allowing a thick rivulet of blood to sway down his chest muscles, blood flecked against his ivory fur. he's rigid, stiff as a gargoyle. red eyes fixates on the materialising form of the female, as she flickers like a ghostly apparition, in and out of the heavy snowfall. harou doesn't say anything, he merely fixes her with cold, sharp predatory eyes.

that same vehement wanting.

The void of her place locked onto the seething red of his. She remained unblinking, her mind struggling for a brief moment to differentiate the crimson of his gaze and the glistening of the blood. She wasn't sure when sanguine ended and irises began. There was a vague sensation in her gut that something was amiss, thought she could no more place the feeling anymore then she could her other emotions.

She blinked, taking in a soft breath and tilting her head just a little. Inquisitive, maybe foolishly, but curiousity was one feeling she seemed to have the best grasp on. "Hello." Her melodic voice seemed to bounce across the expanse of white like an echo. Her stare at @Harou had softened a little between clusters of blinks

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I see the clouds they're rolling in
They hide the sun but not my sin
the judas kiss still on my lips
can't walk away from where i've been

he sounds like a wild animal, eating. devouring.  his slender, wolfish jaw dips into the splayed ribcage, pulling out flesh from the glistening cavity.   guttural, muffled snarls would fall in languid hush against the frayed meat of deer.  he cleaves the bones apart with his fangs, eager to savour the dead animal in ways almost intimate, eerie. blood after droplet of blood, till his throat purred in utmost, ecstasy; red rivers of moist vermillion, soaking the silken ivory of his heaving chest muscles.  usually, the wendigo doesn't care if another stares, but there is something secretive and illusory about this female.  something he cannot entirely decipher. 

she feels like a shadow, like a soft, and lingering darkness. like a beautiful, solemn prayer in the depths of his hell.  when their eyes lock, it's a meeting of two flames.  her vivid teal-hued eyes, burning softly against the crimson oceans of his predatory, disjointed stare. still, harou says nothing. he's the quiet type.

that's until he stands, tall, fierce. dripping in blood. his muscles surge beneath icy flesh. his gaze is upon her, dissecting her even in his reckoning silence. something about her screamed at him. a silent scream. a forbidden prayer. he wished to know her. to find her in the shadows. in this desolate, winter heart. would she be red underneath all that swarthy, beautiful golden skin? or would she be precious, ethereal; like a diamond?

"hello." his voice sounds rough, otherworldly, mimicking her words with a dark, gunmental purr; silken venom wrapped against thick fangs. the icy behemoth takes another step closer, his massive paws flexing above his kill in a manner almost too graceful. he wants to know her. to share this feast with her. when he finally smiles, it's a cold, dead smile, a thin curving of his lips that revealed his whispering intention.

The edges of her otherwise blank features hardened just a little as they stared at one another. She blinked again, trying hard to decide what to do about the pickles in the tangle of her intestines. Should she ignore it? Decipher the meaning behind the sensation? She was half sure the feeling wasn't a good one, but she didn't have time to truly think about the sensations implications when the man stood.

He was tall, not much different to her own height. Though his form seemed better built then her own lanky body. Her lopsided ear twitched a little, tugging at the rough scabs of her still healing wounds. Her skull twisted again into an off-kilter tilt, another flurry of blinks meeting his words. There was no transformation of her own passive features in response to his smile. She merely blinking again, skull twitching. "It's cold."

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I see the clouds they're rolling in
They hide the sun but not my sin
the judas kiss still on my lips
can't walk away from where i've been

snowfall continues to saturate wintry, masculine flesh. ivory plumes that whisked against his feral countenance. her lanky curvature glints like a softly, glowing dagger, too. she stares at him, soft, whimsical.   it's not an entirely hard stare, but there is something disjointed in the way the female viewed him and the icy world whispering around them.  she appeared otherworldly, mystical; an entity, a delicate creature, he's never come across before.  something he cannot entirely fathom, nor touch.  the mystery that exuded from her secretly drove him wild.  in that moment, he thinks he'd prefer her alive, rather than dead. 

the icy behemoth is darkly curious now, his own stare - hard and penetrative - eating silently away at her golden flesh, carving away at her soul like a thrusting knife.  when she whispers, 'it's cold', his smile only softens, his own voice cold and emotionless.

"the blood is warm," he gestures slowly towards the slain deer. he invites @Sylva to join him, if she wishes, inclining his elegant skull slowly to one side.

drink it.

Body heat escaped from her thin pelt, melting the drops of white that speckled her spine. The dampness met her skin with a chill, sending a shudder along her frayed nerves. The pangs of unknown fear were forgotten, pushed down deep by her need to connect with the world. Fear towards the world hadn't fully returned to the woman, at least not yet. Even this strange man seemed a beacon in both the flurry of the snow and the flurry of her own uncertain mind.

Blood is warm. She shifted her gaze with harsh jerks of her skull to the crimson deer that stained the snow. She stepped closer. Harsh, jolting steps that were unstable, as if her joints had long forgotten how a normal lion moved. Then she sat, a stride away from @Harou, looking to him again with soft dark stare. "Do you have a name?" It was a sincere and dedicately posed question. What if he didn't? What if, like her, he had nothing more then the sound of singing and the scent of flowers filling the gaps where memories should be?

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I see the clouds they're rolling in
They hide the sun but not my sin
the judas kiss still on my lips
can't walk away from where i've been

ghoulish breaths escapes obsidian lips, the misty suspire leaving his fang-filled jaws like smoke. each breath would feel like release. like salvation. as the snow-dust floats down to his lashes, covers his spine, the bloodied leviathan wears its porcelain hue like an ephemeral veil. harou's fearsome nature tempers like cold, brumal steel against molten fire. his icy flesh surges forward, an animated pariah, a ghoul, a fiend. he draws closer towards her, his black lips peeling above thick, rigid incisors into a gruesome, little smile.

part of him, the wholly animalistic side, wants to tear into the woman's delicate flesh. to pull her soul apart, spectral limb from spectral limb. but her silent beauty is eerie, unnatural, captivating; making the red-eyed beast, involutarily, stare. he slips closer towards her, his side brushing down her side, his wintry fur standing on edge at being so close to such an otherworldly creature.

"harou," he breathes into the narrow space between them when she asks for his name, his gaze latching unto her face, her body. for awhile he takes in her delicate feminine fragrance, mixed in with all that sharp, winter air.

"do you have a name?"

he waits by her side, lingering over the dead deer.

he wants to see her drink the blood.

watch it swirl in her mouth, like wine.

The near-black of her eyes reflected the flecks of snow like starlight captured in the swirling waves of the ocean. Her breath created small wisps in the airy cold before her. She watched them coil and vanish for just a moment, captivated the the ethereal shapes for just a brief sigh. His sudden closeness startled her, bring her head snapping round to him in a jerk. Though her features didn't change from their emotionless mask, her eyes belied her shock.

She couldn't recall being touched like that. It made her skin crawl, though she wasn't sure why. Her skull moved to sit straight on her neck, eyes fixed onto some far off distance and she tried to sort through the new flurry of questions that burst into her mind.

She looked back at him with a slightly more wary tilt to her skull. "Harou." She echoed, her pitch bouncing along with word like a rusted bell. The thin space between buzzed with an intense sort of sensation that she couldn't comprehend, nor could she decide if the feeling was good or bad.

"No..." Dark eyes met with his for a moment before tearing away to stare at the snow flurry.

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