[M] the calloused east.

Myrika Tears · 11-04-2011, 08:13 AM

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There was no fear within the russet-shaded woman. She had ceased to fear this clan when she'd stepped across the skull-lined borders. She was family to many here, after all, and she was a member. She also had no enemies, to her knowledge. Instead, there was an unusual warmth tingling through her chest and down her spine, tickling at her belly. Her big coyote's ears were pricked upward with interest, and there was an awkward sort of grins played across her face. This was different from the usual apprehension, and Myri recognized it easily enough, inexperienced as she was. There was something else, nagging at the back of her mind, but she dismissed it, deciding such nattering little things were of no use in the sight of such a creature.

Her very grandmother had admitted to -- something, Myrika still was not sure. It had involved a woman, though. Perhaps the russet canine should have been disgusted, but she could hardly think of the woman as family. All the goings-on of the clan and her own family were simply observed, as if she stood on the outside of them all. This was fine by her -- observing was interesting, too, and Myrika had long grown used to the outsider's ache. It haunted her days in Thornloe, more overbearing and all-encompassing in memory than it had been in actuality. Myrika herself had never had many qualms about liking women -- Tyveni had dismissed her, but that was simple incompatibility, wasn't it? It didn't mean anything on the grand scheme, the russet woman hoped.

She wrapped her tail around a thigh and pulled her fingers through the dark blotch upon it, perhaps one of the few hints of coloration she'd acquired from her father. The woman looked up again to find the gray woman moving closer, and closer still. Myri gaped, now her jaw parting slightly to expose the tips of her pearly canines. She would have spoken, if she wanted to, but she was content to peer at the shapely coyote the rest of the night, too. Then, without a warning, the other woman shrank to the ground, assuming a protective pose, her gaze broken.

Myri started forward, and before she was aware it was even happening, she was on the earth beside the woman. She dared not touch her, but she frowned earnestly. What are you doing? Don't do that, she said, softly; it was a clear request, not a demand. Myrika would not seek to inhibit the other woman -- if she really wanted to be down on the ground, curled around herself, she could do so without Myri's interference. Still, it didn't seem right for her to be like this, either. This was not the same woman with the light shining in her eyes Myrika had seen moments earlier, it seemed. Still, her fragile sadness only seemed to accentuate her beauty, and Myrika was all the more stricken with it.

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