07-24-2010, 05:08 PM
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While she was indeed relieved at the sudden knowledge of a friendship rather than a romance, she remained still. This was truly embarrassing, especially because the male was here to witness her ridiculous way she acted. Bright red orbs remained on the wolf's face, afraid to return to the male's handsome face. Heart thundered against the inner walls of her chest, though it seemed light and immortal now. The weight had evaporated, but there was stress poking at her nerves. Perhaps it was because she had exposed herself so; raged and stomped in dismay at the thought of the male she preferred was taken. Slowly, that blood red gaze fell to the dusty, wooden floor. The rebellious energy was slowly fading away, leaving only a subtle flow of remaining adrenaline flushing through her veins.
She turned to Silas as he complimented the wolf, but he did not say the words she knew she secretly wished for. Her face was tranquil again, though she felt overall defeated. She was her own worst enemy. Should it really matter that much to her if Silas wished for no more than a friendship? The Hydra had always been on her own, so what was there to fear? She knew nothing of this fragile, fluttering emotion residing in her chest. She had harbored a similar feeling for Samael before everything went wrong, and so it revealed that emotion was dangerous. Silas was not like her Lykoi uncle though. Silas was everything she was. not
Her lips pursed to form a silent "oh" in response when the ice eyed hybrid explained the wolf's presence. She could have asked to see it--she had failed to notice anything but the two figures in the room when she had stormed in--but decided against it. She had ruined enough today. The wolf spoke, but the Lykoi woman's thought did not linger long enough with those words to discover what they revealed. The lavender eyed female was Silas' friend and that was all. Regardless, the woman was somewhat grateful that the other had cleared out things. This scene could have ended much worse. "I'm truly sorry," the coyote said again, her eyes returning to the wolf, ruby hues sincere. It was the kindest words she had ever spoken to a mere wolf.
She should be going, but did not retreat more than a few steps from the two canines before allowing her eyes to travel back to the young male. She wished there was something she could say. There were several things that could be said, in fact, but the copper hued woman would not know where to start. His face seemed to have brightened, but a natural explanation could be that he was relieved the open conflict had left the air.
While she was indeed relieved at the sudden knowledge of a friendship rather than a romance, she remained still. This was truly embarrassing, especially because the male was here to witness her ridiculous way she acted. Bright red orbs remained on the wolf's face, afraid to return to the male's handsome face. Heart thundered against the inner walls of her chest, though it seemed light and immortal now. The weight had evaporated, but there was stress poking at her nerves. Perhaps it was because she had exposed herself so; raged and stomped in dismay at the thought of the male she preferred was taken. Slowly, that blood red gaze fell to the dusty, wooden floor. The rebellious energy was slowly fading away, leaving only a subtle flow of remaining adrenaline flushing through her veins.
She turned to Silas as he complimented the wolf, but he did not say the words she knew she secretly wished for. Her face was tranquil again, though she felt overall defeated. She was her own worst enemy. Should it really matter that much to her if Silas wished for no more than a friendship? The Hydra had always been on her own, so what was there to fear? She knew nothing of this fragile, fluttering emotion residing in her chest. She had harbored a similar feeling for Samael before everything went wrong, and so it revealed that emotion was dangerous. Silas was not like her Lykoi uncle though. Silas was everything she was. not
Her lips pursed to form a silent "oh" in response when the ice eyed hybrid explained the wolf's presence. She could have asked to see it--she had failed to notice anything but the two figures in the room when she had stormed in--but decided against it. She had ruined enough today. The wolf spoke, but the Lykoi woman's thought did not linger long enough with those words to discover what they revealed. The lavender eyed female was Silas' friend and that was all. Regardless, the woman was somewhat grateful that the other had cleared out things. This scene could have ended much worse. "I'm truly sorry," the coyote said again, her eyes returning to the wolf, ruby hues sincere. It was the kindest words she had ever spoken to a mere wolf.
She should be going, but did not retreat more than a few steps from the two canines before allowing her eyes to travel back to the young male. She wished there was something she could say. There were several things that could be said, in fact, but the copper hued woman would not know where to start. His face seemed to have brightened, but a natural explanation could be that he was relieved the open conflict had left the air.