Don't worry about! xD :: OOC/WC :: 500+
Baffled, Layla stared at the pale cinder male. She had literally just finished taking a refreshing drink before returning to her hunt. The female certainly wasn't the best huntress, but she was quite proud of the scrawny hare that hung limp from her backpack. Out of fear that the rabbit would bleed through her diary pages, she had attached it to hang outside. It was when she had stepped on the last foot or so of river stone that she heard the noise behind her and turned to catch a glimpse of whoever was making the incoherent noise from the opposing bank.
Black ears folded back, silver glinting from the rims, and blue eyes narrowed. She knelt behind a fern and peered through the fronds. That’s when he arrived in her view and fell straight into the stream in prime face-plant style. Too taken back by this, Layla kept quiet, staring with an open maw and a furrowed brow. It turned out the noises she heard was this guy singing, because he kept doing so while the water soaked his fur. She could not explain his actions; she had never tasted the fiery liquid in the pale grey wolf's flask. Yet, it was not quite fair to say that his actions were the only thing that made her pause. The dyed female was outgoing in her free spirited friendliness and craziness would not scare her off.
It was his eyes. Layla caught his icy gaze and for a brief moment that seemed a lot longer than could be explained, she was frozen. It did not seem that he had seen her, but her knees were locked. It took all of her will power to settle herself. Maybe he would be her friend? She reasoned. Plus, she had no idea why his eyes had taken such hold of her. It was probably just the rarity of the color. Smoothing her standing chest and shoulder fur with her dyed black hands, the female stood, feeling braver for doing so. She took a few tentative steps forward and stopped by the edge of the water, careful not to get her feet too wet. Didn't want the dye to fade, would she?
"Hello," Layla announced, her voice soft and timid, but demanding of attention. "Would you like some help out of the stream?" she asked nicely, tilting her head to the side and raising her ears to show her curiosity. She was a white female with black going up to her knees and elbows, tipping her tail, marking her face with a mask and coating her ears and the long loose curls and waves that flowed from her head to her waist. She was only 6 and a half feet tall and donned a simple red loincloth about her hips. It concealed nearly nothing, but did accent her hips and therefore her hourglass figure. Red bangs became apparent when her hand swept them from her own set of blue eyes. They weren’t as icy as his, but they held and intensity of their own.
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