OOC:bloop bloop  She was a young girl with little understanding of this war, or what it could do to her future. Night had no idea there were repercussions to what she was doing. Her cerulean gaze was indifferent to the terrain she was looking upon. Nothing made any emotions rise in her gut, only this detached sense of being. Unfeeling to so many things, was dangerous to herself and potentially other wolves. The sound of an animal made the fleece on her spine rise like a tingling of the neck. She’d not heard the sound of a coyote yet in her life, and the resonance made a delicious feeling of excitement lick her young body. Fear was instinctual, something we felt knew and understood. Night didn’t know that there was anything to run from, having never had that learned natural lesson when a pup hurts itself for the first time. So now in this situation of fear, the sable girl only embraced the warmth that this natural reaction caused. When she saw Nala her tiny body showed little to no reaction other than the hair rising along her spine. His yips and yelled words only made cold azure eyes watch closer with growing interest. His questions were streams of nonsense to her. It was the sound of another animal, this one more wolf looking then the other one. His vicious features did not intimidate her in the least. Neither her ears nor her facial expression changed position. This male expressed great anger towards her as he shouted profane words Night had used and heard before. Her face staid blank and an urge to back up a step sprang into her paws, she didn’t move. Logically it was fear and natural instincts that drove us to run at this point, but night was missing one of those key points and thus could ignore its call on her. Her ears were flat as the blank expression on her face remanded stable. His anger had little effect on her, and probably wouldn’t change her position. She had come for a reason and had every intention of fulfilling that task. Looking at the male with the tempter she listened to his last statement and took the time to see the bodies on those fences. It didn’t cause any rise of warmth to see them or intensify the cold in her chest. Night was indifferent to the images of death around her. It had little meaning on a puppy that lacked understand or physical comprehension of what she was viewing.
With her azure eyes still on those fences she spoke up. ”Why do you deserve to die?” That was her simple question, the same one she had asked her pack. Why did they deserve to die? What purpose did it have? Night Thames looked back at the enraged coyote hybrid with that expressionless face. She had come seeking the answer from what her pack had claimed was now her enemy. |
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