all the right moves in all the right [p]laces

Arye Cybelle · 05-10-2011, 06:56 PM

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ilu moar wc: 300+

Arye did not remain solitary for long. Soon enough, she was joined by a scarred brute. The scent was familiar. It permeated Phoenix Valley, easily distinguishable throughout the entirety of this pack’s claimed lands. She recognized his scent from when she had first encountered the borders of the Valley pack. Turning to greet a gruff but not impatient voice, she answered him simply and without fear of retribution for being caught alone here. “Arye.” She did not offer any other identifier. The scarred man had simply asked who she was, and she had answered in kind.

Yellow eyes the color of coins looked upon him with mild curiosity before she turned her back to him, her eyes finally, victoriously falling upon the source of the honey. A hive hung in the lower branches of a tree in bloom. She had turned her back to the male who was obviously stronger and older, but did not think twice about it. Perhaps not the wisest move, but Arye did not find any reason to fear him. There was something about his scent that niggled in the back of her mind. “You smell like Pripyat,” she added as an afterthought.

The girl smiled slightly as she said the name of the boy who had often been her companion over the last few days. “Do you know him well?” Arye asked, turning her eyes to look at the scarred brute curiously. She did not know if he would want to talk to her, but it was worth a shot. She would never get answers unless she asked for them. She smoothed a thin fingered hand through her tangle of hair as she regarded the older male with naked curiosity, yellow eyes full of the light of curiosity and a warm, unconscious half smile on her face.

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