05-05-2011, 11:26 PM
Apparently like moth to the flame the scent of blood drew in a passerby to his home. Saluce only watched as she approached, taking in her form and stature. Instantly looking over her for her worth. If they had met outside of Dahlia he might have reacted differently, might have been more pleasant to a beautiful wolf such as the lady in front of him. But that wasn’t the case, and his already soured mood didn’t improve with her dumb question either. He merely just returned her gaze with a unmoving stare as if she was intruding on his domain. Maybe she was just looking for a free meal he supposed, he hadn’t hunted himself in a few days and hunger was starting to get to him. So many things working to make him grumpy and mean.
The only response to her question was a simple finger pointing downward to his injured foot. Already the slice had started to clot and the bleeding had slowed to a trickle. He really should have been more pleasant, but everything about Dahlia now just seemed odd, lost or wrong and he didn’t feel like he was home anymore. He had moved back into his old home, and he had slept in his old bed, something he hadn’t done since he had left Layla, and her scent still clung to that room. It dredged up long lost memories of how happy he had been once in this land. Now here was another lady upon his steps and he just didn’t have the will to even address her in his normal French like manner.
“Sorry I haven’t hunted today, the blood is from me” was his only response to her, his mood was reflected in the statement. It wasn’t openly dismissive or mean, no it reflected a bit more sadness then he was aware of until they came out. Conor had been here once, with his young family after the storm, now he was gone. Bris wasn’t around and his little Eclipse had disappeared. So much had gone wrong and still couldn’t help but feel responsible for it all.
The only response to her question was a simple finger pointing downward to his injured foot. Already the slice had started to clot and the bleeding had slowed to a trickle. He really should have been more pleasant, but everything about Dahlia now just seemed odd, lost or wrong and he didn’t feel like he was home anymore. He had moved back into his old home, and he had slept in his old bed, something he hadn’t done since he had left Layla, and her scent still clung to that room. It dredged up long lost memories of how happy he had been once in this land. Now here was another lady upon his steps and he just didn’t have the will to even address her in his normal French like manner.
“Sorry I haven’t hunted today, the blood is from me” was his only response to her, his mood was reflected in the statement. It wasn’t openly dismissive or mean, no it reflected a bit more sadness then he was aware of until they came out. Conor had been here once, with his young family after the storm, now he was gone. Bris wasn’t around and his little Eclipse had disappeared. So much had gone wrong and still couldn’t help but feel responsible for it all.