He ain't seen me crazy yet

Tola Dara · 03-09-2012, 09:30 PM

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Chant didn't seem particularly worried about the stranger, even being rather friendly and inviting, and Tola wondered what, if anything, the sable horse sensed in Cassandra. Her own hand left the shire's neck, and she settled back, folding her arms over her stomach and watching the two curiously. Aleksei glanced at them once, and then turned away, finishing off his cigarette with a swift inhalation. The butt was flicked away into the receding shadows, leaving Tola thankfully free of ashes, as she would not usually be.

Cassandra deduced they must not be from the area, explaining there were wolves and coyotes abound in these parts. A grimace crossed Tola's face at the thought, and Aleksei snorted a bit, shaking his head. "She's got a bad prejudice against wolves," He said, a sort of curling distaste coating his voice. He crossed his hands behind his head, glancing disdainfully at his companion. "More an irritation than anything," He continued, and blissfully ignored Tola's harsh glare. It was irritating, being around Tola when she came across one wolf or another; he disliked meeting people enough as it was, but with Tola around, it only got worse.

The Saluki didn't appreciate just what he was implying, and had to lift her head in a haughty manner. "I'm not horrible about it." She muttered. She only called them vermin, most often to their faces, and cursed their names into the ground. It was out of habit, mostly; her father had hated them for taking his livestock, attacking his herds, and generally making his life hell. It was only natural that Tola followed in his footsteps. She had no herds to look after, though, so she was a bit better than he was.

The albino woman questioned where they were from, and Tola quieted, her thoughts fleeing for a moment from the too-personal question. Aleksei managed to snap her out of it with his own answer, though her eyes remained down-turned and her mouth twisted into a bitter line. " 'M from the forest," He said, examining the sky as he spoke. "Not many out there, 'cept the families around our den. Lotsa wolves out there, couple'a dogs." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, his stance disinterested. He didn't really find talking about his home enjoyable, but when asked he usually had a bit to say.

Tola brushed a hand over her muzzle, and turned her own gaze to the sky, shifting restlessly. "My home was called Oak. We weren't around many, mainly dogs within the community and a pack of wolves outside it." She said, and gave her own little shrug. There wasn't much to say about that without getting into things she'd rather leave alone. So, to move the conversation along, she asked curiously, "Where are you from? And what brings you here?"

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