10-27-2008, 12:30 PM
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“Who’s got their fur in a twist?” Cwmfen curtly retorted. She did not fully understand the idiom that the hybrid had thrown at her, for her father’s culture, which had played a key role in her raising, did not in their language harbor many such idioms. She took a step forward as if seriously considering the attack, but the red-eyed female relinquished her defensive posture, thus causing the white-eyed wolf to pause. She stepped back once, for now that the other was not receiving her hostility, it would not become her to attack. A frown crossed the woad-marked face, and there was disappointment at the unattained fight. Yet, there was still time to play with the idea, for the hybrid female did not leave.
The woad-banded maw sampled the air between them. Inferni. It was the only other pack scent that she had learned to recognize. Immediately, she became wary. Indeed, she had heard that the strife between Inferni and Dahlia de Mai had ended, but one could never be certain whether animosity was held by bold individuals. Moreover, the Bluet was still unknowledgeable of the affairs between the pack, and so was uncertain in that respect as well. The banded aurals remained flattened upon her head, but now with suspicion. Though belligerent, the female now was unwilling to ignite another flame of animosity with this pack, for she herself could not be that one bold individual willing to risk everything for a mere fight. Having reasoned through this in a brief moment, the she-wolf pulled back, reclining upon her once-ready haunches, making clear her own relinquishment of her belligerent desires.
The fact that the other was a coyote did set her off, though she did not strongly feel hate towards the smaller creatures. Indeed, DaVinci was one such hybrid, and his conversation was welcoming. It was simply that this black hybrid had approached her at the wrong time.
Cwmfen nic Graine considered the other. Indeed, if the other did not wish to fight, she could not be considered that bold and irrational individual. The waves of hostility that emanated from the Bluet subsided. With her answer, the wolf ignored directly answering the coyote. “What are you doing so far from Inferni lands?” The silver tones of the Caledonian-Korean female picked the air with tentative claws. Was such an answer even for her to know? She wondered at herself then: why had she become so hostile so quickly? Her dark mood did not lighten as she brooded on the matter. The strange white orbs peered at the other, strangely shy for her hostility. The woad-painted female realized that the red-eyed hybrid was young, and while the wolf did not favor puppies, the coyote hybrid was old enough to be considered seriously. “Why did you approach me in the first place?” So many questions. It seemed that with each encounter, all she did was question the other. Bluet was not a high rank after all, and so she had no authority over the other, none save for age and experience. But rank would surpass all such factors in a diplomatic situation.
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Sorry for the wait!
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“Who’s got their fur in a twist?” Cwmfen curtly retorted. She did not fully understand the idiom that the hybrid had thrown at her, for her father’s culture, which had played a key role in her raising, did not in their language harbor many such idioms. She took a step forward as if seriously considering the attack, but the red-eyed female relinquished her defensive posture, thus causing the white-eyed wolf to pause. She stepped back once, for now that the other was not receiving her hostility, it would not become her to attack. A frown crossed the woad-marked face, and there was disappointment at the unattained fight. Yet, there was still time to play with the idea, for the hybrid female did not leave.
The woad-banded maw sampled the air between them. Inferni. It was the only other pack scent that she had learned to recognize. Immediately, she became wary. Indeed, she had heard that the strife between Inferni and Dahlia de Mai had ended, but one could never be certain whether animosity was held by bold individuals. Moreover, the Bluet was still unknowledgeable of the affairs between the pack, and so was uncertain in that respect as well. The banded aurals remained flattened upon her head, but now with suspicion. Though belligerent, the female now was unwilling to ignite another flame of animosity with this pack, for she herself could not be that one bold individual willing to risk everything for a mere fight. Having reasoned through this in a brief moment, the she-wolf pulled back, reclining upon her once-ready haunches, making clear her own relinquishment of her belligerent desires.
The fact that the other was a coyote did set her off, though she did not strongly feel hate towards the smaller creatures. Indeed, DaVinci was one such hybrid, and his conversation was welcoming. It was simply that this black hybrid had approached her at the wrong time.
Cwmfen nic Graine considered the other. Indeed, if the other did not wish to fight, she could not be considered that bold and irrational individual. The waves of hostility that emanated from the Bluet subsided. With her answer, the wolf ignored directly answering the coyote. “What are you doing so far from Inferni lands?” The silver tones of the Caledonian-Korean female picked the air with tentative claws. Was such an answer even for her to know? She wondered at herself then: why had she become so hostile so quickly? Her dark mood did not lighten as she brooded on the matter. The strange white orbs peered at the other, strangely shy for her hostility. The woad-painted female realized that the red-eyed hybrid was young, and while the wolf did not favor puppies, the coyote hybrid was old enough to be considered seriously. “Why did you approach me in the first place?” So many questions. It seemed that with each encounter, all she did was question the other. Bluet was not a high rank after all, and so she had no authority over the other, none save for age and experience. But rank would surpass all such factors in a diplomatic situation.