07-23-2011, 09:15 AM
so sorry for the wait
5+
Razekiel's words to her, about her fur coloring being a thunderstorm of color and beauty instead of a patchwork sheet of mismatched-ness had her shuffling her feet and unknowing what to say back to him. No body had ever referred to her as a thunderstorm before, her birth pack had called she and her sister as different ones to them but still part of the pack for their striking colors and Jace had been under the impression that everyone else found her ugly as she did herself with the exception of Temo, it was just they were all too polite to say so because no one had ever told her otherwise. For being as smart and fierce as she was, Jace was surprisingly silly about her appearance and what others thought of it. Then he expressed his sadness at seeing her upset, she was beginning to get the hang of his strange speech, he seemed to genuinely care that she was not happy and she answered with the truth,
"I miss my home is all."
Her form turned to the submissive form of Tawny as she crept closer to the small gathering that was forming here and the hybrids eyes narrowed in concern for the smaller and younger minded woman, she was visibly limping and her ribs pushed out more from her skin since the last time Jace had run into her, her wrists and ankles a little thinner and her spine pushing from her back with more sharpness. Her mind was only partially on what Razekiel was saying to Ookami as she looked over Tawny with a mother's concern. It had not been so long since her own pups had died so maybe Jace was transferring all the maternal instinct meant for them onto this brown toned one who could not care for herself effectively or efficiently, who needed some kind of help and a mother's love and care, in the same way she had taken in Roran.
As Razekiel was rising to his feet, Jace was stooping down to her knees, lowering herself to the child woman's level so as to appraise her from all angles. Her tattered ear was still situated on their eccentric leader and his words and actions, which quiet frankly confused the hell out of her hierarchy instincts, was she above or below this one who kept submitting himself to her? Her rational mind knew without a doubt that he was the leader and therefore above her but wild instincts from more wild times still buzzed in confusion. She allowed him a few seconds of her attention, instead keeping half an ear on Tawny and managed an almost half smile, the best she could do under the circumstances,
"Sure." Then her attention was back on the brown Kusala and her hands began to run along thin limbs, the female wincing at how much the bones stuck out and their sharpness, surely she must be in pain to have this little fat upon her?
"Tawny, do you need help catching some food, dear?"
5+
Razekiel's words to her, about her fur coloring being a thunderstorm of color and beauty instead of a patchwork sheet of mismatched-ness had her shuffling her feet and unknowing what to say back to him. No body had ever referred to her as a thunderstorm before, her birth pack had called she and her sister as different ones to them but still part of the pack for their striking colors and Jace had been under the impression that everyone else found her ugly as she did herself with the exception of Temo, it was just they were all too polite to say so because no one had ever told her otherwise. For being as smart and fierce as she was, Jace was surprisingly silly about her appearance and what others thought of it. Then he expressed his sadness at seeing her upset, she was beginning to get the hang of his strange speech, he seemed to genuinely care that she was not happy and she answered with the truth,
"I miss my home is all."
Her form turned to the submissive form of Tawny as she crept closer to the small gathering that was forming here and the hybrids eyes narrowed in concern for the smaller and younger minded woman, she was visibly limping and her ribs pushed out more from her skin since the last time Jace had run into her, her wrists and ankles a little thinner and her spine pushing from her back with more sharpness. Her mind was only partially on what Razekiel was saying to Ookami as she looked over Tawny with a mother's concern. It had not been so long since her own pups had died so maybe Jace was transferring all the maternal instinct meant for them onto this brown toned one who could not care for herself effectively or efficiently, who needed some kind of help and a mother's love and care, in the same way she had taken in Roran.
As Razekiel was rising to his feet, Jace was stooping down to her knees, lowering herself to the child woman's level so as to appraise her from all angles. Her tattered ear was still situated on their eccentric leader and his words and actions, which quiet frankly confused the hell out of her hierarchy instincts, was she above or below this one who kept submitting himself to her? Her rational mind knew without a doubt that he was the leader and therefore above her but wild instincts from more wild times still buzzed in confusion. She allowed him a few seconds of her attention, instead keeping half an ear on Tawny and managed an almost half smile, the best she could do under the circumstances,
"Sure." Then her attention was back on the brown Kusala and her hands began to run along thin limbs, the female wincing at how much the bones stuck out and their sharpness, surely she must be in pain to have this little fat upon her?
"Tawny, do you need help catching some food, dear?"