08-03-2009, 11:47 PM
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This was the strangest creature he’d met so far. Brilliant blue eyes opened, however the coyote did not otherwise move a muscle, frozen in place with her tongue lolling from her mouth. Confused, Jael was prepared to slowly back away from the bizarre thing and pretend he’d never spoken out at all, but she finally did prove life flowed through her veins. Closing her mouth and shifting to a sitting position, she peered at him with those wide, bright cerulean eyes. “Probably,” he replied, shrugging slightly. “But dangerous creatures don’t often respect our borders, so you’d better be careful wherever you are,” he added, warning the obviously naïve little canine. Childish, he was half amused and half concerned for the little being and her strange nature. “I’m only a little bit coyote,” he responded dully, honestly to her comment, fire-eyes averting briefly as though somehow ashamed. He was a wolf pretending to be a coyote here, playing on the vague, barely discernable canis latrans blood that just flowed through his veins. Her gaze suddenly caught his eyes and she was immediately distracted as though nothing serious could possibly be happening in the world. He was startled now, taking a step back as she bounded forward, peering into his flaming vision.
By now he was used to comments and curiosity toward his apparently lovely gaze, but it never failed to surprise him having someone leaping toward him to stare openly into his eyes in sheer wonder. Laughing, she backed away and Jael found himself bristling faintly, so utterly dumbfounded by her antics. She went on to introduce herself—twice—and barraged him with a myriad of inquiries. “Jael,” he uttered meekly, offering up his own title in response. Yet even as he did something else attracted her notice, staring off into space. Like a cat after a bird she peered after a particle of dust, watching it’s spiraling dance through the afternoon air. He followed her gaze, not immediately spotting the tiny speck, before turning back on the girl, watching her again with avid concern. How would she survive, so easily distracted? Hunting definitely must have been a challenge for her, if simple conversation was so difficult to maintain. She offered the dust a farewell, confirmed where he attention had been as Jael allowed that bewildered look to linger on his features.
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This was the strangest creature he’d met so far. Brilliant blue eyes opened, however the coyote did not otherwise move a muscle, frozen in place with her tongue lolling from her mouth. Confused, Jael was prepared to slowly back away from the bizarre thing and pretend he’d never spoken out at all, but she finally did prove life flowed through her veins. Closing her mouth and shifting to a sitting position, she peered at him with those wide, bright cerulean eyes. “Probably,” he replied, shrugging slightly. “But dangerous creatures don’t often respect our borders, so you’d better be careful wherever you are,” he added, warning the obviously naïve little canine. Childish, he was half amused and half concerned for the little being and her strange nature. “I’m only a little bit coyote,” he responded dully, honestly to her comment, fire-eyes averting briefly as though somehow ashamed. He was a wolf pretending to be a coyote here, playing on the vague, barely discernable canis latrans blood that just flowed through his veins. Her gaze suddenly caught his eyes and she was immediately distracted as though nothing serious could possibly be happening in the world. He was startled now, taking a step back as she bounded forward, peering into his flaming vision.
By now he was used to comments and curiosity toward his apparently lovely gaze, but it never failed to surprise him having someone leaping toward him to stare openly into his eyes in sheer wonder. Laughing, she backed away and Jael found himself bristling faintly, so utterly dumbfounded by her antics. She went on to introduce herself—twice—and barraged him with a myriad of inquiries. “Jael,” he uttered meekly, offering up his own title in response. Yet even as he did something else attracted her notice, staring off into space. Like a cat after a bird she peered after a particle of dust, watching it’s spiraling dance through the afternoon air. He followed her gaze, not immediately spotting the tiny speck, before turning back on the girl, watching her again with avid concern. How would she survive, so easily distracted? Hunting definitely must have been a challenge for her, if simple conversation was so difficult to maintain. She offered the dust a farewell, confirmed where he attention had been as Jael allowed that bewildered look to linger on his features.