09-24-2011, 02:01 PM
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Blind shifted her weight in response to her annoying pain – her shorter leg was always arguing with her offset hip – and swallowed hard. The blood drained from her face as the two canines turned to face her, the anticipation of their reactions bouncing around in her chest. It didn’t help that the loud noise had spooked her too, whether or not there were two strangers nearby.
When the dark one spoke, her surprise at his masculine voice struck her to her core. She had never come into contact with a male before, and all she knew of them were the slanderous things her mother used to say in spite of her father, whom she had no memory of. But the scarred one, the one who was now approaching her, made her nervous and yet comforted at the same time: nervous at the thought of her potential attack, and comforted by the presence of a female. This would be a moment Blind wouldn’t soon forget…if she lived to recall it at all.
“S-sorry,” Blind stammered. She then cleared her throat before continuing in attempt to dissipate her nerves: “I didn’t mean to make such a racquet. I was just passing through…the name’s Blind. Do you both live here?”
Blind then grew nervous again, wondering if she was trespassing on their territory. The young she-wolf dipped her head a little, unsure of whether or not she should submit. She thought it best to flatten her ears, just in case.
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Blind shifted her weight in response to her annoying pain – her shorter leg was always arguing with her offset hip – and swallowed hard. The blood drained from her face as the two canines turned to face her, the anticipation of their reactions bouncing around in her chest. It didn’t help that the loud noise had spooked her too, whether or not there were two strangers nearby.
When the dark one spoke, her surprise at his masculine voice struck her to her core. She had never come into contact with a male before, and all she knew of them were the slanderous things her mother used to say in spite of her father, whom she had no memory of. But the scarred one, the one who was now approaching her, made her nervous and yet comforted at the same time: nervous at the thought of her potential attack, and comforted by the presence of a female. This would be a moment Blind wouldn’t soon forget…if she lived to recall it at all.
“S-sorry,” Blind stammered. She then cleared her throat before continuing in attempt to dissipate her nerves: “I didn’t mean to make such a racquet. I was just passing through…the name’s Blind. Do you both live here?”
Blind then grew nervous again, wondering if she was trespassing on their territory. The young she-wolf dipped her head a little, unsure of whether or not she should submit. She thought it best to flatten her ears, just in case.