And So She Claims

Anon · 01-10-2012, 02:37 AM

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Out of Character

Word Count; 532

In Character

The pacing had stopped, for Anon's feet had grown tired. Instead the deep gaze just glared deep into the snow littered slopes and dark timbers. A light breeze shook the thick pelt of the she-wolf, but not enough to let even the slightest bit of cold in. Her black nose was moist from the bitter cold though, and she snuffled every so often subconsiously. She wasn't entirely sure how long she had been standing and waiting for someone to hear her call, but was sure that if someone didn't bloody show their face soon she would just walk right onto the territory. It was her home wasn't it? So who gave a rats arse. The satisfaction of her call was slowly seeping away as the minutes grew longer and her tail swished from side to side. It was a habit of hers, and not one that meant she was pleased. Far from it actually, as she didn't see the need to wait on someone every time she wanted to enter the territory again, but knew what could happen. Logically it would be insane, but the cold was starting to strip her toes of any feeling, her nose as well.

When piercing emerald eyes appeared on a slope ahead, she almost felt the need to take a step back. The swishing stopped. Every hair on her body stilled, seeming to forget the slight breeze just a moment ago. Her breath caught. Naniko was the last wolf she expected to see patrolling the borders. Memories of their first meeting in these same woods so many moons ago flooded back to her mind. She remembered the dagger, and the scar ached. She was blood, family to them, and Naniko. The snow pelted Angela came forward with a smile and Anon could feel the bile in her stomach rise to uncomfortable heights. The minute she stopped Anon couldn't help but almost fall back a few steps as if the wind had been knocked from her body. She didn't trust Naniko in the slightest, she had heard many things of the twisted female and her horrid mood swings. Not to mention she remembered all to well their first meeting, how hostile it was, some on her part, some on that brute, Alaki's, part. Snorting, she remembered how much she almost expected to see him here, giving her just as much hell as he always did.

When Naniko spoke it startled her once more and she looked at the she-wolf with nervous eyes, but a blank face, holding no emotion. Alaki seemed to have that affect on her often. No emotion. Naniko's question was simple enough, nothing bitter about it. Returned. She supposed that was true, seeming to feel out of place much more than in Anathema. It was full of outcasts, those who didn't fit in, who needed a soft bed and some nice food to keep them going. Most had stayed because they grew attached in some way. Anon just needed the bed and food. She didn't plan to get "attached" to anyone or anything. Certainly not one place. The call had been to strong though. She felt need to be back, to crawl safe within the underground caves.

"Yes, it seems I have." Was her also simple reply.

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