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The white orbs peered into the dark depths, unsure as to whether she wished to go further. Something within her pushed her to move forward, and she did, almost stumbling a single step toward that darkness. Her ears pricked forward as if some sound had called to her, but there was nothing save for the dull crashing of the fall in the world without and the soft sucking air of the tunnels ahead. She was intrigued, captivated, by that tenebrous world beyond, that world that she was unsure of and yet ready to explore. The black female turned at the sound of the male’s voice, and there was a strangely empty look upon her face. But she shook it off, offering a light laughter.
"It’s not so great being tall—there’s always the danger of falling down." Sankor was one of the few—or perhaps the only—pure wolf she had met. Several months ago, she had believed herself to be a wolf, but the moon had showed to her the luperci form. Though that form had its beauty and uses, she would never love it more than the lupus form. She had heard of wolves gaining such a form, but she was not familiar with how such things worked. As she gazed at the other now, his fur catching the light behind him like a halo, she was curious as to how such a thing might be accomplished.
"Why are you sharing this with me?" she found herself asking suddenly. There was a certain amount of remorse in her voice, though its origin was unknown, and her eyes looked up to find him, as if struggling to understand. There had been a couple of males that had approached her with interest, but many more who had regarded her in disgust. She was not sure how the mahogany male was now approaching her, if it even was that sort of approach at all. The female simply could not understand, but she wanted to. The warrior looked away for a moment, sitting down. The woad-marked fae listened to the whispers of the dark momentarily before she looked back at the other. There was no smile upon her face. Instead, there seemed to hold a challenge, though it flickered timidly within her white gaze.
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The white orbs peered into the dark depths, unsure as to whether she wished to go further. Something within her pushed her to move forward, and she did, almost stumbling a single step toward that darkness. Her ears pricked forward as if some sound had called to her, but there was nothing save for the dull crashing of the fall in the world without and the soft sucking air of the tunnels ahead. She was intrigued, captivated, by that tenebrous world beyond, that world that she was unsure of and yet ready to explore. The black female turned at the sound of the male’s voice, and there was a strangely empty look upon her face. But she shook it off, offering a light laughter.
"It’s not so great being tall—there’s always the danger of falling down." Sankor was one of the few—or perhaps the only—pure wolf she had met. Several months ago, she had believed herself to be a wolf, but the moon had showed to her the luperci form. Though that form had its beauty and uses, she would never love it more than the lupus form. She had heard of wolves gaining such a form, but she was not familiar with how such things worked. As she gazed at the other now, his fur catching the light behind him like a halo, she was curious as to how such a thing might be accomplished.
"Why are you sharing this with me?" she found herself asking suddenly. There was a certain amount of remorse in her voice, though its origin was unknown, and her eyes looked up to find him, as if struggling to understand. There had been a couple of males that had approached her with interest, but many more who had regarded her in disgust. She was not sure how the mahogany male was now approaching her, if it even was that sort of approach at all. The female simply could not understand, but she wanted to. The warrior looked away for a moment, sitting down. The woad-marked fae listened to the whispers of the dark momentarily before she looked back at the other. There was no smile upon her face. Instead, there seemed to hold a challenge, though it flickered timidly within her white gaze.