08-19-2008, 11:37 PM
Firefly sat there boredly and went back to gnawing on the meat as though she didn't care if she really had it or not. She wasn't savoring the taste or really doing much except exercising her jaw muscles while watching the creature through the crack in the door. She'd spent so much of her time on all fours in the shack that she was starting to really get use to it. Most of her life, atleast, since she was able to shift had been spent in her luperci form.. but now she had reverted back to her primal form and had grown to like the savage barbaric nature that was instincts to a wolf.
She moved about in her prison quietly as the other girl spoke. Stopping along the corner closer to the entrance she snorted softly and giggled, the sound sounding so out of place. "One soul is only as important as the other in these instances.. If Gabriel didn't care for his daughter.. I'd be dead already.." She was silent a moment before adding. "Perhaps it's just luck someone in the pack cares for me.." She really didn't know that over time she'd actually developed friends in the pack that cared for her, no matter how strange and twisted her little mind may be.
Raising her hindleg up she began to dig for a flea that had found itsway into her pelt since she'd been so far from the packlands and the fleabane plants that seemed to crowd the meadow near her den. The fur began to fly about the pen as she growled softly, the pest finally uprooted as she settled back down and stated. "All of use are worthless except in our own eyes.. or when someone actually stops to give a damn. Oddly enough, even a stranger can care enough for your soul to make it worth wild.." She had taken the time to care for the small kid who'd had so much to prove on the doorstep of Dahlia de Mai, she only wondered how the child was fairing now with the anger of the pack at her heels.
She moved about in her prison quietly as the other girl spoke. Stopping along the corner closer to the entrance she snorted softly and giggled, the sound sounding so out of place. "One soul is only as important as the other in these instances.. If Gabriel didn't care for his daughter.. I'd be dead already.." She was silent a moment before adding. "Perhaps it's just luck someone in the pack cares for me.." She really didn't know that over time she'd actually developed friends in the pack that cared for her, no matter how strange and twisted her little mind may be.
Raising her hindleg up she began to dig for a flea that had found itsway into her pelt since she'd been so far from the packlands and the fleabane plants that seemed to crowd the meadow near her den. The fur began to fly about the pen as she growled softly, the pest finally uprooted as she settled back down and stated. "All of use are worthless except in our own eyes.. or when someone actually stops to give a damn. Oddly enough, even a stranger can care enough for your soul to make it worth wild.." She had taken the time to care for the small kid who'd had so much to prove on the doorstep of Dahlia de Mai, she only wondered how the child was fairing now with the anger of the pack at her heels.