| roar I'm sick of working so much >_< And congrats on 100th post! 509 Strange words exited his mouth, but she understood the meaning. She'd read enough lyrics of religious songs in the books she had found in various places during her search. Angel. She was hardly an angel, and compared to the beauty of her little ones she looked frail, old, and weak. She was neither of them though, luckily. The young always won in comparison to the generation that gave them life. That was how the world worked. Mew turned her white face to smile at him, and it was genuine. Often she smiled for the sake of politeness, and often she smiled to make people believe she meant what she said or did not think badly of them. On rare occasions she smiled for real, and this would be one of them. A darkening of the cheeks appeared, only visible because of her light fur. Had it been any darker, the blush would have gone unnoticed. Quickly, she turned her face again, looking forward as she started to walk. Her four legs moved steadily, but not quickly, along, as if on a Sunday stroll. She didn't have energy for a fast pace, and neither did she want him to leave just yet. Even though the femme sort of did want him to leave as well. She felt strange. Lady, angel. All these names. It was as if he was simply trying to charm her. But she trusted him, and she knew he was not after deceiving her. More than often she could easily read dark intentions in strangers, and even though she trusted him already, she considered Lubomir a stranger. After all, she didn't know anything about him. They had spoken of their misery, but none of them had spoken about who they were, personally, or their parents, their life. So in reality, they knew that they had both been attacked, but that was as far as their knowledge went. Aside from, of course, whatever hints dropped from one to the other with simple gestures and touches. As they were walking the forest slowly became less thick, and here and there a rooftop or two popped up above the vegetation. He was from Shadowed Sun, and he had been attacked by the coyotes. But who was he? He didn't seem to be a relative of the ones who had come from the old lands, but perhaps he came from somewhere she had visited? His behavior certainly was strange to her, persons around here were very casual and it took time to get to know them, but he was passionate and open. She asked, gently and calmly. Words coming out of her mouth like pearls on a thread, trilling. So who are you really, Lubomir? You certainly aren't born and raised here.. She turned her face to look at him as she spoke, politely, but also to see his reaction. Green emeralds played with the little light that was left of the day - the sun was quickly melting away - sweeping across the dark fur and ending at his eyes. |
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