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Rainy Days
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ooc:
The intensity of the rain hadn’t lessened in the span of a few moments since seeing the walking wolf and his animal. It only increased, coming down no longer in sheets but whipping waves as the sky unleashed its fury upon the earth. The she-wolf drew her nose further in, eyes still locked into the braided wolf as he dismounted and approached her, depressing himself to her level and named himself. He carried a soft smile, warm and welcoming. For a moment his mutation was ignored as she beheld not ill hidden intent in his eyes, but genuine sincerity not often displayed to her. He moved back, carrying something as he ventured further out into the rain and became working on something strange.
He claimed to have brought shelter with him. Zynex tilted her head from within her hole. Was that possible? The working of the walking wolves never ceased to bother and amaze her. They were of a class all their own, more fitted for the complex tasks they constructed for themselves and broad range of combat. They was perhaps not limit to their potential. She noted as Dawali carried down many things from his steed, collecting wood from the forest floor and bringing it back to her meager refuge. She poked her head out again, authentically curious for what he was doing. The question lingered on her tongue but did not reach any ears. Her lips were clasped as she watched with silent awe the intricate workings of his slender digits. She briefly looked down at her own appendages, wide and latched together with tough flesh and work pads. The boots muddied by both her treks and rain.
“Zynex,” she offered after some time, the processor of her mind so overwhelmed with what she was seeing she hadn’t yet remembered to give herself a title. And still as she began to recall what was spoken, the shock on her face could not be withheld. “Fire?” She questioned. “Can you really create it at your will?” Was there truly nothing these lupine walkers could do? She was both eager to know and reluctant to be given something else to be envy of about them. Yet in the recesses of her mind, she felt fear. Fear that back in her distant land her sibling had learned of the many things she could do as a walker and would be using it against her should the exiled heir try to return. This was simply not good at all…
Starlit eyes peered again out to the braided male, still at work with his…tools. Her sights drifted to the wood as he crafted it into something more than a fallen branch. “How..are you able to do this?”
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