03-22-2010, 11:55 AM
-O.O.C.- Thank you. Sorry for the confusion. I altered her species to an Ethiopian Wolf...
Footfalls that weren't her own registered a heartbeat to late. As an unfamiliar voice rose into the air, the she-wolf was already spinning to face the stranger, her white-rimmed ears snapping back as a look of bewilderment and terror solidified on her features. Help? ...He asked to help her? She did not trust her own ears. Golden eyes combed him over, noting the posture that said he'd rather be anywhere but here, doing anything but this. A small drop of hope rattled next to her pounding heart. At least it did not appear he was here to kill her...
Slowly, she gathered her limbs beneath her, sitting back on her haunches...waiting. The suggestion to shift tickled the back of her mind, but it would do her no good, here. Besides, the shackles that bound her wrists were even more strained in such a form. She gulped a deep breath, her ears swiveling forward...Here it was, that awkward, strained silence. The only thing she ever had to offer. She knew from past experience that what would follow would undoubtedly be frustration, even anger at her believed impertinence. But, she had ways...
Her eyes traveled pointedly from him, to the iron cuffs about her wrists, and back to him again. Watching. Waiting. Her thin frame rattled once with a tremble before she drew another steadying breath. If he was here to hurt me, would not he have done it already? The thought echoed through her mind, no other suggestions or possibilities rising to meet it.
Footfalls that weren't her own registered a heartbeat to late. As an unfamiliar voice rose into the air, the she-wolf was already spinning to face the stranger, her white-rimmed ears snapping back as a look of bewilderment and terror solidified on her features. Help? ...He asked to help her? She did not trust her own ears. Golden eyes combed him over, noting the posture that said he'd rather be anywhere but here, doing anything but this. A small drop of hope rattled next to her pounding heart. At least it did not appear he was here to kill her...
Slowly, she gathered her limbs beneath her, sitting back on her haunches...waiting. The suggestion to shift tickled the back of her mind, but it would do her no good, here. Besides, the shackles that bound her wrists were even more strained in such a form. She gulped a deep breath, her ears swiveling forward...Here it was, that awkward, strained silence. The only thing she ever had to offer. She knew from past experience that what would follow would undoubtedly be frustration, even anger at her believed impertinence. But, she had ways...
Her eyes traveled pointedly from him, to the iron cuffs about her wrists, and back to him again. Watching. Waiting. Her thin frame rattled once with a tremble before she drew another steadying breath. If he was here to hurt me, would not he have done it already? The thought echoed through her mind, no other suggestions or possibilities rising to meet it.