[ a wolf was made for walking, trotting, and loping across long distances. amaterasu would stop to rest only when she deemed it fitting to, but otherwise— there was much scouting to be done, gardens to visit, young boys and girls to lick, and hope to be shared. she couldn’t be everywhere at once, to her dismay, and neither could she salvage all of those who needed her light in one mortal body. oh, but she tried. she tried plenty and beyond.
the way the white coated wolf walks the streets was as if she owned it— much like a street dog who meandered down roads with purpose despite not truly having a place in mind as a destination. ammy walks the same way, her padding in a medium paced trot that throws her scruff about with natural elegance. golden eyes look around, this way and that, just to regard those here and there.
she smells viktor before she sees him. she sees him and briefly matches his gaze, drifts it over to his doppelgänger just as brief— she doesn’t stop walking. she keeps moving. she lifts her lip at the thing that stank of despair and the depths of darkness. the wolf, as kind as she was, shows little kindness. her haunches bristle and she growls, short and threatening, her eyes more on the copy, then shortly at viktor with a wide mouth open to pant, and continues on her way.
that thing has her boy in its clutches. her instinct had been to lash at it, but that thing— it is no demon she could brawl with where the mortal eyes were blind. she didn’t know what it was.
viktor receives a message on his omni, from the username AMMAKO, and separated from the rest, it is handwritten, what appears on his screen: ]
Hello, Viktor. I have been told you are a man of good chats. Would you chat with me?
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the way the white coated wolf walks the streets was as if she owned it— much like a street dog who meandered down roads with purpose despite not truly having a place in mind as a destination. ammy walks the same way, her padding in a medium paced trot that throws her scruff about with natural elegance. golden eyes look around, this way and that, just to regard those here and there.
she smells viktor before she sees him. she sees him and briefly matches his gaze, drifts it over to his doppelgänger just as brief— she doesn’t stop walking. she keeps moving. she lifts her lip at the thing that stank of despair and the depths of darkness. the wolf, as kind as she was, shows little kindness. her haunches bristle and she growls, short and threatening, her eyes more on the copy, then shortly at viktor with a wide mouth open to pant, and continues on her way.
that thing has her boy in its clutches. her instinct had been to lash at it, but that thing— it is no demon she could brawl with where the mortal eyes were blind. she didn’t know what it was.
viktor receives a message on his omni, from the username AMMAKO, and separated from the rest, it is handwritten, what appears on his screen: ]
Hello, Viktor.
I have been told you are a man of good chats. Would you chat with me?