[m] the beginnings of evil

Juliet Moonsong · 01-29-2012, 01:35 AM

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naive girl..

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His eyes moved, from her face to her body, much like hers did but this was different. Something about that look just did not seem right to her but she really did not think twice about it. It was unknown to her, the look of want and desire to have something in font of her. She lacked that expression as she was not even a year yet, she did not understand what any part of it meant. Instead her focus fell from his clever prey to just his eyes, finding that they were a lovely shade of blue. It was like the sky, though instead of up above it was painted into his eyes. The girl found herself growing jealous over sure pretty eyes.

He smiled but she made no attempt to return such a facial expression as it was hard to muster up any emotional cure like that without extreme forms of emotion. Instead she smiled with a sparkle in her eye, very pleased by him giving up his name and how he caught the quick rabbit. Though she found it sad that she would have to live alone for a while to learn how to catch the crazy creature. The girl was hoping for more of a way of catching it not just saying it took practice. ”How much practice?” She pushed, wanting to know more as she stepped forward a few more steps.

Juliet was not interested in taking his prey; she could read by his movement toward it that that was his thoughts. Shrugging she conveyed it by moved the topic back to his last question, though she was curious to where his eyes were if not at her face. ”My name is Juliet Moonsong, I live in the pack not too far from here. It’s called Cercatori d'Arte.” She gave the information with ease not finding this man to be a threat, her voice remaining emotionless. Again her eyes glittered with a smile but with nothing but a naive feel to them.

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