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The wolf was wary. It was not that she was afraid, for surely she did not believe that she would be overcome by the smaller canine. It was simply instinct, that primal thing that drove her life so keenly. And yet, it had never truly ruled her life, for she was a luperci, and such a creature mingled between the worlds that were purely lupine or purely human. She was most definitely a lupine creature, more so than many. And yet, she could never achieve that purity that the wolf could—like Sankor, who was merely a wolf. It was like her blood, the stream in which two cultures comingled. So the life of the black female was created upon half-truths, and so she could control that instinct that drove her body well. The white orbs beheld the creature before her, and there was hate for his kind, but there was not yet hate for the individual. The warrior better than some knew the importance of that individual.
When he spoke, the woad bound orbs flickered, listening to that young sound. And the melody of his voice was most definitely young, for it carried that light meter that only boys had. And with a swift look over his form, the woad warrior was able to see what she had failed to see before: that he was a juvenile. Yet the awkwardness of youth had already begun to leave, and she thought that perhaps he was growing into his form. The female relaxed her distrust a little more, for the black fae believed in what the youth had to give for the world. Perhaps this one was not yet tainted. The white orbs flickered over the lands below as if seeing the place in which he lived. But she was silent and responded with nothing.
Woad. The fae turned her head sharply. It was the first time she had heard the name. It was a derogatory sound in the warrior’s ears, but perhaps the male was unaware. To the contrary, she was more intrigued with his knowledge of her—or of her culture—than she was angered by his insolence (or ignorance, perhaps). The white eyes considered the coy carefully for a moment before a light smile flickered across her maw. "I’m here to understand the land," the light Caledonian lilt sang, and the female lowered herself to a sitting position, indicating to the male that she would be no threat. If anything, it was not proper for her to wrong him so near to his home.
The silence between them was filled by the soft laughter of the ashes as the wind threw them to the heavens. The fingers of the wind tugged at her fur with the curious fingers of a lover, and the heart of the Caledonian-Korean warrior was content. "How do you come by that knowledge?" The soft alto melody was almost amiable in its casual tones. "Not many know what you know." There had been very few. Some recognized what culture she may have been from, and perhaps they did know what she was as well. But that word, woad, had been left in the silence until this boy from Inferni had stepped into her life.
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The wolf was wary. It was not that she was afraid, for surely she did not believe that she would be overcome by the smaller canine. It was simply instinct, that primal thing that drove her life so keenly. And yet, it had never truly ruled her life, for she was a luperci, and such a creature mingled between the worlds that were purely lupine or purely human. She was most definitely a lupine creature, more so than many. And yet, she could never achieve that purity that the wolf could—like Sankor, who was merely a wolf. It was like her blood, the stream in which two cultures comingled. So the life of the black female was created upon half-truths, and so she could control that instinct that drove her body well. The white orbs beheld the creature before her, and there was hate for his kind, but there was not yet hate for the individual. The warrior better than some knew the importance of that individual.
When he spoke, the woad bound orbs flickered, listening to that young sound. And the melody of his voice was most definitely young, for it carried that light meter that only boys had. And with a swift look over his form, the woad warrior was able to see what she had failed to see before: that he was a juvenile. Yet the awkwardness of youth had already begun to leave, and she thought that perhaps he was growing into his form. The female relaxed her distrust a little more, for the black fae believed in what the youth had to give for the world. Perhaps this one was not yet tainted. The white orbs flickered over the lands below as if seeing the place in which he lived. But she was silent and responded with nothing.
Woad. The fae turned her head sharply. It was the first time she had heard the name. It was a derogatory sound in the warrior’s ears, but perhaps the male was unaware. To the contrary, she was more intrigued with his knowledge of her—or of her culture—than she was angered by his insolence (or ignorance, perhaps). The white eyes considered the coy carefully for a moment before a light smile flickered across her maw. "I’m here to understand the land," the light Caledonian lilt sang, and the female lowered herself to a sitting position, indicating to the male that she would be no threat. If anything, it was not proper for her to wrong him so near to his home.
The silence between them was filled by the soft laughter of the ashes as the wind threw them to the heavens. The fingers of the wind tugged at her fur with the curious fingers of a lover, and the heart of the Caledonian-Korean warrior was content. "How do you come by that knowledge?" The soft alto melody was almost amiable in its casual tones. "Not many know what you know." There had been very few. Some recognized what culture she may have been from, and perhaps they did know what she was as well. But that word, woad, had been left in the silence until this boy from Inferni had stepped into her life.