Familiar in the Dark

Yi TaeKyung · 05-23-2011, 04:34 PM

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The black, sinewy body melted into the tenebrous backdrop, her eyes closed to fully blend into the darkness. The dark wolf’s senses grew sharp, enhanced by caution. Dark auricles pressed forward, swiveling to catch the sound of approach. At first, she heard nothing. The wolf whose scent floated on the wind could either pass by without noticing the foreign hybrid, or an encounter could be made. Yet the dark female was unconcerned. She could hold her own quite well, and, while not always the case, she had learned that pack wolves tended to be more diplomatic than the lone wanderers. That was not to say that the heart of the martial artist made a silent challenge in the dark—a challenge of battle. While in the natural, four-legged shape, the black furred fae was eager to fight. While a wolf’s shape could not utilize directly the martial arts, her knowledge in such a belligerent subject had always been of use. A mirthless smile tugged imperceptibly at the corner of her lips. Perhaps this pack wolf would prove to be less diplomatic.

Lunar orbs revealed themselves.

The sound of the call came clearly in the nighttime silence. The voice belonged to a female, and it was most definitely not threatening. Almost timid, the Korean hybrid sensed that tonight diplomacy would be allowed to ensue. A quiet sigh (dare it be described as a pout?) escaped the hungering jaws of the black fae. The Korean knew diplomacy quite well, for the culture bred it thoroughly. She took a step forth, dark paws landing lightly and quietly in the stillness, her black shape illuminated by the dim light of the moon. “Yes,” the alto song called in response. Her simple English was insufficient, she knew. But the only way to improve was to continue to interact. If she wished to make these lands her home away from home, the foreigner would do what was required of her. As she awaited the other to approach closely, the black wolf remained still. Her posture was raised, erect in an ever dominant air, her tail lifted. While not hostile, it was clear that this dark-furred lone wolf had a strong pride.

“Ah-ee knoh yoo peck,” she announced to the stranger, the alto voice loud and bold as her foreign tongue struggled around the strange, English words. A small frown tugged at the corner of her dark lips, the tenebrous crown tilting slightly. She wondered if the other female would understand. White orbs peered without emotion, empty, almost judging, as the silence was allowed to ensue. “Do yoo unduh-seu-tehndeu?” Interacting was difficult, the Korean hybrid decided. Her tongue was already tired of this language, but the martial artist was determined to continue. With surprising grace, the lean, sinewed body reclined upon sinewed haunches. While she would not be able to practice her taekwondo upon this pack-wolf, she would be able to practice this very necessary skill. And the young woman knew that her command of the English language was lacking, and that the other would have at least some difficulty understanding. Perhaps the pack-wolf, however, would have patience, for she would need it.

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