10-07-2012, 09:15 PM
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Lyris noticed nothing. Or, at least, nothing much out of the ordinary. Through her dark-set eyes, the female only saw the Shepard being simply a bit more careless, for she was used to seeing the slender auburn figure of her superior sleek and moving fluidly- she had never seen her trundle through the undergrowth without grace. So as the greedy branches snagged at that wild hair, young Lyris assumed that X'yrin did not care, for otherwise she would have been silent as a snake. Right? Right, of course. No other thought flitted about her mind.
At the sandpaper rasp of X'yrin's gentle tongue, Lyris nearly froze, though forced herself to stand as she was. Though she still pulled into a cross-eyed look, with her ears perked up right, as if trying to get a glimpse of the wake of smoothed fur that caress would have left. The autumn female was definitely in a good mood.
But at her next words, the curiosity vanished, and she returned her triangular ears back to half-staff, lowering her gaze to an ebony nose. She had nearly forgotten formality, there, and it was necessary now, with her next inquiry. "That's quite alright, my Shepard. I was just... ah, feeling under the weather, and was a bit confused in the grand land of my new home." Lyris stumbled, powder-white ear-tips growing hot in embarrassment. Who got lost in their home? In a simple forest? Why, none other than the klutzy Lyris, of course! Who else? She felt as if a neon sign was pointing its bedazzled arrow right at her bowed figure, announcing to the whole of Sangi'lak that she was the one to pick on- the young, naïve, weak Lyris Stryder.
Oh dear, the headache was returning. It pulsed behind her eyes, sync with her pattering heart. Swelling in size and anger. It did that, and was quite annoying. At least when it was constant, you knew what to expect. But fading and leaping back at the most random moments? There was no telling when it was returning. And yet the worst? I never completely faded- there was always the slight snapping of its growl, always there, like a cobweb that refused to be swept away. It seemed as though she would never get rid of it. And to make matters but worse, the itchiness of her paws was climbing up, now straining to clutch at her forelegs and joints. She wanted to scratch herself a tree at that moment, but this would be extremely unladylike and rude. So she once again, the youth held back, obscuring her pain and discomfort behind that poker face- one of her best skills. Most would not suspect a thing, for Lyris had a very good impersonation of neutral persona. Only those such as family and friends could see the true pain behind those dark evergreen eyes- but the real question- would X'yrin see it? She hoped not.
No, no, she did not want to lead her Issor back to the dens. First and foremost, she feared she would become hopelessly lost once again, and have to call on her superior for assistance, much as she had to the white female not too long ago. Another dilemma- Lyris felt that the headache had not finished with her, and it would get to the point where it had before- nausea and blurred vision, nimble steps turned clumsy and irregular. And lastly, she knew that X'yrin was simply asking out of pity, or fear of offense. She didn't mind, really, in most circumstances she would be happy. But right now she was so out of sorts, it was not possible. "If that is what you wish, X'yrin, I would be glad to escort you."
But how could she refuse?
Word count :: 630 | OOC :: <3 ~ c:
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Lyris Stryder
You belong to me,
My snow white queen
My snow white queen
Form :: Lupus [Required]
Lyris noticed nothing. Or, at least, nothing much out of the ordinary. Through her dark-set eyes, the female only saw the Shepard being simply a bit more careless, for she was used to seeing the slender auburn figure of her superior sleek and moving fluidly- she had never seen her trundle through the undergrowth without grace. So as the greedy branches snagged at that wild hair, young Lyris assumed that X'yrin did not care, for otherwise she would have been silent as a snake. Right? Right, of course. No other thought flitted about her mind.
At the sandpaper rasp of X'yrin's gentle tongue, Lyris nearly froze, though forced herself to stand as she was. Though she still pulled into a cross-eyed look, with her ears perked up right, as if trying to get a glimpse of the wake of smoothed fur that caress would have left. The autumn female was definitely in a good mood.
But at her next words, the curiosity vanished, and she returned her triangular ears back to half-staff, lowering her gaze to an ebony nose. She had nearly forgotten formality, there, and it was necessary now, with her next inquiry. "That's quite alright, my Shepard. I was just... ah, feeling under the weather, and was a bit confused in the grand land of my new home." Lyris stumbled, powder-white ear-tips growing hot in embarrassment. Who got lost in their home? In a simple forest? Why, none other than the klutzy Lyris, of course! Who else? She felt as if a neon sign was pointing its bedazzled arrow right at her bowed figure, announcing to the whole of Sangi'lak that she was the one to pick on- the young, naïve, weak Lyris Stryder.
Oh dear, the headache was returning. It pulsed behind her eyes, sync with her pattering heart. Swelling in size and anger. It did that, and was quite annoying. At least when it was constant, you knew what to expect. But fading and leaping back at the most random moments? There was no telling when it was returning. And yet the worst? I never completely faded- there was always the slight snapping of its growl, always there, like a cobweb that refused to be swept away. It seemed as though she would never get rid of it. And to make matters but worse, the itchiness of her paws was climbing up, now straining to clutch at her forelegs and joints. She wanted to scratch herself a tree at that moment, but this would be extremely unladylike and rude. So she once again, the youth held back, obscuring her pain and discomfort behind that poker face- one of her best skills. Most would not suspect a thing, for Lyris had a very good impersonation of neutral persona. Only those such as family and friends could see the true pain behind those dark evergreen eyes- but the real question- would X'yrin see it? She hoped not.
No, no, she did not want to lead her Issor back to the dens. First and foremost, she feared she would become hopelessly lost once again, and have to call on her superior for assistance, much as she had to the white female not too long ago. Another dilemma- Lyris felt that the headache had not finished with her, and it would get to the point where it had before- nausea and blurred vision, nimble steps turned clumsy and irregular. And lastly, she knew that X'yrin was simply asking out of pity, or fear of offense. She didn't mind, really, in most circumstances she would be happy. But right now she was so out of sorts, it was not possible. "If that is what you wish, X'yrin, I would be glad to escort you."
But how could she refuse?
Word count :: 630 | OOC :: <3 ~ c:
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There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.
Soon I know you'll see, you're just like me.
My snow white queen...
Soon I know you'll see, you're just like me.
My snow white queen...
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