11-19-2010, 10:07 PM
ooc: sorry its so short, I just didn't know what to write and i've been busy, but thought you'd appreciate a small reply more then no reply at all.
She shook her head gently as though trying to chase the dust from her fur. Her fur was coloured white with white tips at the end, with a honey sort of yellow in some areas. white nose eager to the ground her ears a lot to the sounds around her. What was this place? What were these structures? Where did they come from? Amber eyes curiously explored the odd shaped large objects. Her breathing was steady as her eyes settled on the male having an odd conversation. Maybe he was lonely, she could understand that. Randomly talking to objects wasn’t something she was foreign to when she was still trying to survive in the forest.
But what else was he doing in this seemingly deserted place. She limped forward slightly and asked gently “who are you talking to?” She took a breath and hoped she wouldn’t be chastised for being nosey by this fellow. But the curiosity really did have the better of her. His male scent wafting into her nostrils causing a gentle flutter in her stomach, why was it that this always happened when she was around anyone? She looked to her ankle and sighed, it really didn’t look nice did it? The bear claws that wrapped around its delicate features in big raised wounds.
Some deliberately scarred their body to a similar effect. She didn’t see the appeal why would someone want to deliberately damage their body. Her mind buzzed in circles before deciding that their alterations must only be skin deep and not affect their ability to walk like hers did. Some of the others she had seen around here had pretty jewellery and things that they took around with them. The only decoration she had was the white and white feathers she had managed to tie into her long hair.
The feathers reminded her of life, and of the birds and how they fly. How somehow they were weightless, as though they had no problems in the world. When the wind rushed through her fur she could only imagine what it would feel like to duck and dive in the sky. She took a breath focusing herself back on the individual in front of her. His voice…was different. But it was kind of cute in an odd way. He didn’t really look like anyone she’d seen before, he also smelt a bit different. What was it that made him so different?
She felt like she just had to reach out and touch his soft looking warm fur. Why was it that whenever she was close to someone she so desperately wanted to be close to them? Was she really that desperate to want to throw herself at anything with a heartbeat? Her clawed fingers gently scratched through her fur as she waited to see if the other would respond to her question. Did he enjoy conversing with this silent other?
Then it struck her, what if he was dangerous? What if he was some deranged mad man? After all what kind of person would talk to what was seemingly blank air. Don’t make any sudden movements she thought. She took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm. If she made him feel insulted or afraid he may just harm her. And with her limp she wasn’t really that able to defend herself, she could try but it was almost certain that he would be faster and more experienced then she was.
She shook her head gently as though trying to chase the dust from her fur. Her fur was coloured white with white tips at the end, with a honey sort of yellow in some areas. white nose eager to the ground her ears a lot to the sounds around her. What was this place? What were these structures? Where did they come from? Amber eyes curiously explored the odd shaped large objects. Her breathing was steady as her eyes settled on the male having an odd conversation. Maybe he was lonely, she could understand that. Randomly talking to objects wasn’t something she was foreign to when she was still trying to survive in the forest.
But what else was he doing in this seemingly deserted place. She limped forward slightly and asked gently “who are you talking to?” She took a breath and hoped she wouldn’t be chastised for being nosey by this fellow. But the curiosity really did have the better of her. His male scent wafting into her nostrils causing a gentle flutter in her stomach, why was it that this always happened when she was around anyone? She looked to her ankle and sighed, it really didn’t look nice did it? The bear claws that wrapped around its delicate features in big raised wounds.
Some deliberately scarred their body to a similar effect. She didn’t see the appeal why would someone want to deliberately damage their body. Her mind buzzed in circles before deciding that their alterations must only be skin deep and not affect their ability to walk like hers did. Some of the others she had seen around here had pretty jewellery and things that they took around with them. The only decoration she had was the white and white feathers she had managed to tie into her long hair.
The feathers reminded her of life, and of the birds and how they fly. How somehow they were weightless, as though they had no problems in the world. When the wind rushed through her fur she could only imagine what it would feel like to duck and dive in the sky. She took a breath focusing herself back on the individual in front of her. His voice…was different. But it was kind of cute in an odd way. He didn’t really look like anyone she’d seen before, he also smelt a bit different. What was it that made him so different?
She felt like she just had to reach out and touch his soft looking warm fur. Why was it that whenever she was close to someone she so desperately wanted to be close to them? Was she really that desperate to want to throw herself at anything with a heartbeat? Her clawed fingers gently scratched through her fur as she waited to see if the other would respond to her question. Did he enjoy conversing with this silent other?
Then it struck her, what if he was dangerous? What if he was some deranged mad man? After all what kind of person would talk to what was seemingly blank air. Don’t make any sudden movements she thought. She took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm. If she made him feel insulted or afraid he may just harm her. And with her limp she wasn’t really that able to defend herself, she could try but it was almost certain that he would be faster and more experienced then she was.