[mild content warning bc he's being creepy]
Darkness engulfed Vargulf as his paws came pitter-pattering through the entrance. His tail still hung tightly at his ankles and his ears lied stiff against his skull. But a warmth lied in the heart of the cave, its flame of heat far more inviting than the biting wind behind him.
’Is someone there?’ A feminine voice asked.
Vargulf’s body wobbled forward, leaning into the sound. “S-S-Someone is…” A croaking voice exclaimed. It was not Vargulf’s fault that his voice was no more than a hoarse whisper. Instead, it’s ghostly cadence was merely a testament to the harsh journey he had endured.
But now he had found hope, surely he must’ve found hope.
Within the protected walls of the cave, the snow along Vargulf’s spine began to drip and melt. And with the environment’s sudden warmth, a moan of satisfaction poured out from his lips. Puddles of precipitation formed beneath him as he stood half curled against himself. He did not take a step forward, not yet. Instead, his eyes blinked erratically, his head swinging back and forth against the shadows as he searched and searched for the voice.
’Who are you?’ It asked.
Vargulf could not see. Not at first. But the voice requested him to speak and so he did.
“Vargulf.” He answered as though his name was a title, a curt response that was clipped and hoarse. The voice inside him chirped as well, in silent whispers it harmonized. “Vargulf, vargulf, vargulf…”
The beast crept forward as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Before him lied a slender woman, caressed in gentle shades of brown. The whisper of the voice came again, low and harmonizing against the emptiness of the cave, ”Pretty little thing, pretty, pretty, pretty…”
“Who are you?” He asked.
Darkness engulfed Vargulf as his paws came pitter-pattering through the entrance. His tail still hung tightly at his ankles and his ears lied stiff against his skull. But a warmth lied in the heart of the cave, its flame of heat far more inviting than the biting wind behind him.
’Is someone there?’ A feminine voice asked.
Vargulf’s body wobbled forward, leaning into the sound. “S-S-Someone is…” A croaking voice exclaimed. It was not Vargulf’s fault that his voice was no more than a hoarse whisper. Instead, it’s ghostly cadence was merely a testament to the harsh journey he had endured.
But now he had found hope, surely he must’ve found hope.
Within the protected walls of the cave, the snow along Vargulf’s spine began to drip and melt. And with the environment’s sudden warmth, a moan of satisfaction poured out from his lips. Puddles of precipitation formed beneath him as he stood half curled against himself. He did not take a step forward, not yet. Instead, his eyes blinked erratically, his head swinging back and forth against the shadows as he searched and searched for the voice.
’Who are you?’ It asked.
Vargulf could not see. Not at first. But the voice requested him to speak and so he did.
“Vargulf.” He answered as though his name was a title, a curt response that was clipped and hoarse. The voice inside him chirped as well, in silent whispers it harmonized. “Vargulf, vargulf, vargulf…”
The beast crept forward as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Before him lied a slender woman, caressed in gentle shades of brown. The whisper of the voice came again, low and harmonizing against the emptiness of the cave, ”Pretty little thing, pretty, pretty, pretty…”
“Who are you?” He asked.