omnom 500+
Halo was in many ways a creature that could not be satisfied. She had shot her own sister that had embraced and accepted her in the name of the clan and all that had been left was loss. Halo had pulled the trigger and known that she would forever be a Lykoi despite knowing that the family was not as great as she once had thought it to be. These days her crimson orbs were clearer, though the damage would never be properly healed. She was an adult with a clearer perspective of things, yet she still seemed to thrive for those things she once had burned so for. Oversized ears twisted in an attempt to understand the man’s words that seemed to be his response to her. She understood nothing of it, disliked him using his native language as he interacted when it was clear that she did not understand a thing. Of course she could understand it if the male’s English was poor, but as he continued on she noticed that there were more foreign words today than it had been before. It bothered her, though she did not let it make her feel lesser than him.
The girl let fingers slowly brush her thick hair and let her gaze wander. It was clear that Cotl had more dog in his blood than she had believed because of Marik’s appearance. They were both smaller than what was normal and Marik especially had heavy canis familiaris in his looks. The girl was not overly excited about that, but had made a point out of ignoring such matters when it came to the clan. In many ways her views were as polluted as they had been, but she was slowly altering herself. She filtered the male’s heritage out of her head the moment the thoughts started to swirl in her focus. Halo’s fur seemed light and did not magnify her frame much, but then again she was no large creature in her optime. In fact Halo’s body was really slender. There was a minimum percentage of fat on her form – it was all muscle. When she had first come to these lands she had been gifted with the classic curves of a well fed and well made female, but after she had dedicated her days to hours of training her body had lost some of its hourglass form. Not to say that she did no longer have curves, but her thick fur was a gift to her now, adding a bit extra volume on her body.
A light frown danced upon her face as the male said that the tattoos did not help either. It strengthened her decision of not getting the tattoo. His silence after her announcement about the tattoo did not make the girl feel uneasy. It was her body and she would do as she pleased with it. Orbs returned to his face to take in his reaction, though she was not granted neither open rage nor disappointment. He accepted it and the corners of her lips twitched slightly; glad that he seemed not to take it as a too big of an offense. It was only fair of him to ask about it and she let a few seconds pass as she thought about it before she answered. ”While it’s an extraordinary piece of art, it doesn’t mean much to me. The chaos star is a sign of belonging and a mark that states who I am. The flowers are beautiful, but they don’t mean anything.” and the girl would not waste space on the body that already was so pleasant to the eye. And of course -- she was so far from a beautiful flower anymore in her own opinion.