plucking strings and broken wings
#14
[html]

-- delay I suck. :C


Myrika is by Alaine!

The tawny-hued coyote listened to the strange voice of the cat. She had never thought to hear words shaped into a feline voice -- she'd heard Morcant screaming and crying into the night often enough, yowling perhaps in claim of his territory or in calling of other cats, but it had never made anything close to a word. Perhaps she might speak his language, if she could learn it -- but would he have anything to say? There was the gleam of intelligence in the pet cat's eyes, true enough, but it seemed a feral thing to Myrika, all the same. She was troubled by the notion, still -- it did not seem right to keep a creature capable of thinking on a level with Element as a pet. She glanced downward toward the grass and tried to keep the discontent from her face, though her ears perked at the feline's words.

The lack of harsh feeling surprised her; most coyotes she'd known might have been in a rage. She regarded the green-eyed cat with a very faint smile that grew quite a bit, and nodded. You're a better creature than most, coyotes included, she said, finally, concluding that must be true. With cats kept as pets by Luperci such as herself -- well-intended as she'd been -- she thought Element might have been right in hating her kind. Yet he professed friendship with the Luperci species. Perhaps she'd try to ask Morcant whether he wanted to stay with her or leave Inferni altogether -- she doubted she'd get an answer, but she might as well try.

<style>
@import url('http://sleepyglow.net/rp/post.css');
</style>[/html]


Messages In This Thread

Forum Jump: