01-21-2009, 09:17 PM
[html]Weeee?
The fog that grew on the outside of the window pane startled her, but when it cleared and she saw the face of Slay her heart leapt into her throat. On and off she had spent the last two weeks trying not to think of him or their fight and here he was staring into her newly acquired home. His had been the last face she had expected to see, though she had imagined just this happening more than once. Rising slowly off the bed, Cercelee kept her gaze on Slay, as if to keep him fixed in place. What if he ran now that he saw her? What if his discovery of her had been an accident? Surely it couldn’t be, he must have caught her scent outside. Perhaps though he was just here to spy on her? Or even if he had come specifically to look for her what if he changed his mind?
Exiting the bed room and and moving through the kitchen, Cer placed her hand on the knob of the back door and the paused. The female had no idea what she would say to the male. Apologize? Certainly he deserved one. Ask him to leave? Their parting words still sting and she wasn’t sure if she was capable of dealing with this. Or could she just wait to see what he had to say? After all he had been the one to come here, after promising her that she wouldn’t see him again. Taking in a deep breath as if she were to plunge under water Cercelee turned the knob and found Slay still outside, only feet away from her now.
Standing on two legs with the male before her was awkward, and she almost found herself apologizing for having shifted. He had only seen her shifted once before that she could remember, briefly during the pack meeting, but always been four legged for him. There hadn’t been time to change though; in the moments it took her bones to reform themselves Slay could have changed his mind. Now there was no helping it and the longer she stared silently at him the more awkward the moment became. "Slay, what are you doing here?" It was almost a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might drive him off again.
The fog that grew on the outside of the window pane startled her, but when it cleared and she saw the face of Slay her heart leapt into her throat. On and off she had spent the last two weeks trying not to think of him or their fight and here he was staring into her newly acquired home. His had been the last face she had expected to see, though she had imagined just this happening more than once. Rising slowly off the bed, Cercelee kept her gaze on Slay, as if to keep him fixed in place. What if he ran now that he saw her? What if his discovery of her had been an accident? Surely it couldn’t be, he must have caught her scent outside. Perhaps though he was just here to spy on her? Or even if he had come specifically to look for her what if he changed his mind?
Exiting the bed room and and moving through the kitchen, Cer placed her hand on the knob of the back door and the paused. The female had no idea what she would say to the male. Apologize? Certainly he deserved one. Ask him to leave? Their parting words still sting and she wasn’t sure if she was capable of dealing with this. Or could she just wait to see what he had to say? After all he had been the one to come here, after promising her that she wouldn’t see him again. Taking in a deep breath as if she were to plunge under water Cercelee turned the knob and found Slay still outside, only feet away from her now.
Standing on two legs with the male before her was awkward, and she almost found herself apologizing for having shifted. He had only seen her shifted once before that she could remember, briefly during the pack meeting, but always been four legged for him. There hadn’t been time to change though; in the moments it took her bones to reform themselves Slay could have changed his mind. Now there was no helping it and the longer she stared silently at him the more awkward the moment became. "Slay, what are you doing here?" It was almost a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might drive him off again.