02-21-2012, 01:31 AM
The rust hued male was trying to see if he could make just a stupid little chair to replace the one in the house he'd broken. So far, the chair he'd made had been tiny, and yet something made him set it down, set it aside to save it for later. For a daughter. A pure daughter like her mother, his mate, his Ayasha. His blue eyed angel. The call came, and he lifted his head from the piece of wood he was working on , the invitation to hunt was irresistible, and the male jumped at the chance. He let his body change, moving fluidly to the secui form, the in-between form he enjoyed using.
He made his way to the caller, a female who smelled of young ones and of the pack. He halted, dipping his head, though his eyes glittered. He knew he was of low rank, but it galled him to submit to any female. "Greetings. I am Liam." He lifted his head, his golden eyes watching her, her posture respectful, his eyes speaking of deep internal rebellion. Had the caller been male, respect would have been instant. But as the caller was female, well.... Liam was only himself. Nothing more or less.
He made his way to the caller, a female who smelled of young ones and of the pack. He halted, dipping his head, though his eyes glittered. He knew he was of low rank, but it galled him to submit to any female. "Greetings. I am Liam." He lifted his head, his golden eyes watching her, her posture respectful, his eyes speaking of deep internal rebellion. Had the caller been male, respect would have been instant. But as the caller was female, well.... Liam was only himself. Nothing more or less.