08-17-2008, 10:19 PM
Sure thing. ^^ You can have this fade out in the next round or two, if y'wish.
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She took it that Talitha was the name of the coyote that had been kidnapped. Nikita’s green gaze became somewhat hazy as she stared into the distant past for a moment, though she returned to the present a short moment afterward. Now wasn’t the time for lingering on memories. From what she saw, there was violence going between Inferni and this wolf pack just for the sake of violence — that was what it had stemmed from, and that was there it would probably end. It was how a shove became a fistfight, and a grudge became revenge. None of it really ended — it was all infinite. And it was all sorts of things that she had been letting go of. As much as she felt sympathy for the hybrid of Inferni, she knew that she shouldn’t get involved at all. She didn’t want to dig up that side of herself that she had been working on minimizing.
The female coyote nodded finally, trying to divert her attention to some other matter. They were still mostly lingering around the borders, and she suddenly found that somewhat inhospitable. These were grounds claimed by a gypsy band — it wasn’t some fortress that she had to keep totally protected. And Lord knew that this guy needed a bit of kindness in the world right now. “Well, if you don’t have to head back real soon, you could stay for a bit. We’ve probably got some stew left over from dinner last night, and y’might find some interesting conversation if anyone else is left back at camp.” Surely a few hours distraction from the tension of home would do wonders for Anselm.
She took it that Talitha was the name of the coyote that had been kidnapped. Nikita’s green gaze became somewhat hazy as she stared into the distant past for a moment, though she returned to the present a short moment afterward. Now wasn’t the time for lingering on memories. From what she saw, there was violence going between Inferni and this wolf pack just for the sake of violence — that was what it had stemmed from, and that was there it would probably end. It was how a shove became a fistfight, and a grudge became revenge. None of it really ended — it was all infinite. And it was all sorts of things that she had been letting go of. As much as she felt sympathy for the hybrid of Inferni, she knew that she shouldn’t get involved at all. She didn’t want to dig up that side of herself that she had been working on minimizing.
The female coyote nodded finally, trying to divert her attention to some other matter. They were still mostly lingering around the borders, and she suddenly found that somewhat inhospitable. These were grounds claimed by a gypsy band — it wasn’t some fortress that she had to keep totally protected. And Lord knew that this guy needed a bit of kindness in the world right now. “Well, if you don’t have to head back real soon, you could stay for a bit. We’ve probably got some stew left over from dinner last night, and y’might find some interesting conversation if anyone else is left back at camp.” Surely a few hours distraction from the tension of home would do wonders for Anselm.