Despite the chill that crept along his flesh, the cold sinking deeper into his bones, Nico moved with a ferocity that battled kings. His chin remained tilted up, his tail arching its way across his back, and his steps were purposeful in their descent. It did not matter that Nico was none of the things he pretended to be. Neither did it matter that Nico was no king or god, or a man with any previous authority. In this new world, in this land, he was sure he could be anything he damn well pleased.
There was clearly no one around to say differently.
A starlit gaze peered down devilishly and hungrily at the world beneath him, watching as the tiny tips of trees came into view with each meaningful step. Here, he could reinvent himself. Here, he could be anything he wanted to be. Here, a new Nico could finally arrive—
A bark.
Piqued ears swiveled against the sound, a starlit gaze following in suit. Beyond the snowy terrain and nestled between an outcrop of stone stood a man, white in nature, with a coat that resembled the looming frost and eyes that challenged the bluest of skies.
Was it not for the stranger’s voice, Nico may’ve thought twice about his own sanity.
But alas, it was a living man, one that had forgone his assumption of the current populace of the valley. Shit.
Briefly, a clouded look of sealed judgement flashed across his expression before Nico came to a pause, shoulders rolling in an effort to release some unwanted tension. “Who are you?” He asked.
There was clearly no one around to say differently.
A starlit gaze peered down devilishly and hungrily at the world beneath him, watching as the tiny tips of trees came into view with each meaningful step. Here, he could reinvent himself. Here, he could be anything he wanted to be. Here, a new Nico could finally arrive—
A bark.
Piqued ears swiveled against the sound, a starlit gaze following in suit. Beyond the snowy terrain and nestled between an outcrop of stone stood a man, white in nature, with a coat that resembled the looming frost and eyes that challenged the bluest of skies.
Was it not for the stranger’s voice, Nico may’ve thought twice about his own sanity.
But alas, it was a living man, one that had forgone his assumption of the current populace of the valley. Shit.
Briefly, a clouded look of sealed judgement flashed across his expression before Nico came to a pause, shoulders rolling in an effort to release some unwanted tension. “Who are you?” He asked.