CW: Cannibalism and disturbing thoughts
Did Vargulf know where he was going?
No, definitely not.
But the beast could reason to himself that the situation was a win-win. Surely the caves would lead to somewhere. All the better if the trail ended with food for the both of them. But even Vargulf could not deny that if it came to it, and his hunger was unquenchable, there was a carry out meal right beside him.
He chittered chaotically at the thought, a wide tight-lipped smile spreading across his lips.
The darkness surrounded them like a blanket as they moved. Cold and empty, void of the warmth he had so desperately craved. The winter chill, he realized, was inescapable. It did not matter how far they went; the ground beneath his paws were still cold, the air still tight and dry, and without the hope of sunlight, the shadows were nothing more than an icy veil around the pair of them.
A pair of wide eyes slithered at his side, towards Odette, as her voice filled the space beside his clattering teeth. It was then that a ghostly laugh took the place of chittering teeth, his head shaking from side to side. "Vargulf speaks no different than you," he responded curtly, a bobbing of his head following shortly after.
"Why does the Princess talk the way she does?" He asked.
Did Vargulf know where he was going?
No, definitely not.
But the beast could reason to himself that the situation was a win-win. Surely the caves would lead to somewhere. All the better if the trail ended with food for the both of them. But even Vargulf could not deny that if it came to it, and his hunger was unquenchable, there was a carry out meal right beside him.
He chittered chaotically at the thought, a wide tight-lipped smile spreading across his lips.
The darkness surrounded them like a blanket as they moved. Cold and empty, void of the warmth he had so desperately craved. The winter chill, he realized, was inescapable. It did not matter how far they went; the ground beneath his paws were still cold, the air still tight and dry, and without the hope of sunlight, the shadows were nothing more than an icy veil around the pair of them.
A pair of wide eyes slithered at his side, towards Odette, as her voice filled the space beside his clattering teeth. It was then that a ghostly laugh took the place of chittering teeth, his head shaking from side to side. "Vargulf speaks no different than you," he responded curtly, a bobbing of his head following shortly after.
"Why does the Princess talk the way she does?" He asked.