As Fayne stood there in that in that awkward way, her knees bent inward to somewhat block the cold chills that passed through, she kept her eyes on the man's feet, too embarrassed to look up at him now without the comfort of her tail blocking her naked figure. She kept glancing up at the wolf, he seemed to noticed how uncomfortable she was and was no longer looking directly at her. A silent sigh of relief escaped her lips and her posture improved only a little. The silver woman lowered her hands just a little, they were now just underneath her bust. Still closed together tightly, her ears were still pulled back in discontent and her brow furrowed. Fayne's ears twitched slightly when the stranger began to ask her a question. Her eyes darted up to meet his, she forced herself to keep eye contact with him as he spoke. It was impolite to avert your gaze when conversing with another. At the word 'war' she tilted her head to the side, she did not know the meaning of such a word. What was a war? His next sentence clarified the meaning for her. War. It was an organized battle between two parties with extreme aggression. In her case, the pure wolves and the Luperci who became power hungry, blood thirsty killers, lead by Drosnav. Before this virus came along there was no need for such battles. It was a simple life, everyone knew their place and obeyed the word of the alphas.
All of Fayne's embarrassment left her when she realized what he was asking, it was replaced with a dwelling rage and deep sorrow. It was written all over her face what she felt about it. All those lives that were lost that day, she was lucky she escaped with hers. If not for her parents planned escape she would surely be a monster, or dead, right now. Staring at the ground, her eyes narrowed in anger, she answered him. Her normally soft and gentle tone was full of the evident rage that encompassed her. "Yes. War, if that's what you call it. Too be honest, I'm lucky I got away in one piece. Many lives were lost that day..." Her voice seemed to trail off, she was too enraged to keep speaking. If she didn't stop herself now she would start yelling at the innocent stranger about how much she despised the petty need for such a thing. She'd never been good at holding in her emotions. Fayne glanced back up at her man, trying to calm herself. How could he have known such a thing? Then again, he was a Luperci. The virus ridden wolves of this land seemed to be living more human lifestyles. Were there "wars" here as well? Did she travel from her homeland just to be tossed into the middle of another one? If so, she would definitely have to become stronger so she could protect the ones she loved. Her siblings were living in this land as well, somewhere, and even though she wasn't with them she would find a way to be there when they needed her.
The dainty woman diverted her attention yet again, snapping back into reality. The reality was, she was standing in front of him, naked, and she didn't like it one bit. The anger in her eyes subsided, and the embarrassment took hold of her once more. She shriveled up, returning to her strange awkward posture. The man gave a chortle, in response to her thanks. A slight smile creased her lips as she realized it was rather bizarre that she would thank someone for startling her. But, without it she'd still be curled in a ball, moping over her past. Being terrorized by the malicious memories. So yes, she was thankful. "Indeed. If you had come to do me harm, I would have landed that punch and you'd be on the floor." She laughed briskly at her own joke. In reality, he'd probably had knocked her out and she'd be in trouble. But, he was a kind passerby from the look of it and for that she was grateful. It's always comforting to see a friendly face in times like this.
What a strange language he spoke in, it was completely foreign to her. Her ears swiveled trying to comprehend it only to fail. This world was so very different from her home, it would take her quite a while to learn about this land. Even then, she would never get used to it. The man fiddled with the front of his garment, it opened up to reveal his furry chest. He removed the garment and strode over to her, her eyes were wide with curiosity as to what he was doing. She gazed at him, yearning for understanding. A moment later he draped the clothes over her shoulders. She looked down at them and realized they were long enough to cover her exposed parts. A smile made it's way onto her face, what a kind gesture. Her blue-green orbs wandered to meet his, they were gentle and kind as usual. "Oh thank you." She tinkered with the shirt awkwardly as she figured out how to put it on. She wrestled with it for a few minutes and then figured out how to put her arms through the sleeves like the stranger had been doing when he was wearing it. She brought the garment over her front side and crossed her arms to hold it in place. Not even daring to mess with the buttons. Fayne's demeanor changed drastically once she figured out how to wear the clothes, she straightened out nice ant tall. Her ears relaxed on top of her head and her tail began to sway behind her happily. Now that she was comfortable she looked back up at the stranger. "Fayne Gremory, it's a pleasure to meet you...and you are?
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