11-09-2008, 10:26 PM
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That’s okay, I don’t mind, ^=^ 500+ He bared his teeth at her, and she felt a spark of that exhilarating fear that walked alongside the dangers of the world. She had forgotten that Haku, while having been kind to her at the boarders, had held a darkness about him. The chocolate male’s belligerent nature seemed to have been revealed to her at this moment, and she knew that there was a measure of unpredictability about him, but she did not flinch or turn away from him but shyly held his company. When he began to move towards her, a muscle in her leg twitched as it bade her to move, to be wary, for the approaching male would easily overcome her, but she controlled herself. (And for the gelid air, the twitch could have been dismissed as a shivering, which was beginning to take on a regular rhythm.) She was Haku’s inferior within the pack; there was nothing to fear... And yet, she felt an uncertainty. His vocative caught her off guard, and she did not know how to respond to that. It made her uncomfortable, for she did not necessarily believe herself so. Perhaps flattered, but modestly so, the woad-marked luperci looked away bashfully, smiling shyly to herself. The black auds pressed against her head in a likewise fashion, but she turned her gaze back to the earthen male, not wishing to disrespect him. While shy and socially uncomfortable before him, she did feel a strange attraction towards this male. She supposed that it was his strange aggression—indifferent and almost sadistic—that intrigued her... It was the same infatuation that she had with the dying, a strange satisfaction and yet a strange love. It was this infatuation that she found intriguing in her father. The black female’s life revolved about the relinquishing of that creature, and yet, deep inside, deeper than the fear and humiliation, there was a carnal desire of that wolf. And now, with this bellicose male, she felt a similar desire, and was both yearning and fearing was she felt for him... She hardly knew him, and yet she bore these damned emotions so soon. She knew also that this was from her father’s sinister soul, an inheritance that seemed to bring about her own damnation. Cwmfen relinquished a hardly discernable sigh, this time of exasperation with herself. A command was offered to her. She did not hesitate to obey, but her movements were slow as her cold muscles flexed to resist the cold that seeped into them. She wondered why he had bid her come, and she almost wished to resist him, but, because he was her superior, the black female was silent and did not protest. She crossed the distance between them with relative ease, having risen smoothly to her full height before making calculated steps that crossed the distance between the two easily. Her movements were strangely elegant, like a cat or a deer, and her body, made for battle and endurance, tried to ward off the rapidly cooling night, but the damp coat decided otherwise. However, the shivering had stopped, and her cold discomfort was not apparent. The white orbs, almost glowing in the half light, were focused on the ground, not in insecurity, but for the simple fact that she didn’t know where else to watch. The black, woad-marked tail swished uncomfortably behind her as she ceased an arm’s length from him. The banded maw turned back towards the Lilium. The white orbs peered at him interestedly, but she seemed confused as what she were to do. What was causing his aggravation? The silence that she offered him was questioning, but still she did not speak. Cwmfen could feel the warmth of his body from where she stood, but the heat of aggression from his gaze was stronger. |