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You’re fine! ^=^
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The sound of approach stirred the tranquil waters of her mind, forcing the black fae to open her eyes. She exhaled quietly. The sound of that approach was unmasked, as if it wished to be made known. The female did not recognize the sound of the creature’s footfall, nor could she scent it for the wind softly stole the scent from her. But, for the unhurried nature of its step and the absence of stealth and care, the female did not think that this creature was an intruder. There was a trust that the female had for every wolf of Dahlia de Mai, and she would not betray that trust by showing wariness in their approach. Instead, the female remained motionless. And it would have been difficult for her to respond swiftly anyway. That was the most frustrating thing about defeat, she thought. It was frustrating to have her movements hindered. She would lose several weeks of hard practice so that her body would heal. But it was better to wait now and to allow the healing to proceed properly. And the female was accustom to being patient.
The bass voice gave his identity away immediately. The female turned her head to look at him, the grass rustling in her ears as she moved. The white orbs found those yellow ones, and the fierce intensity of that white gaze had not lessened even with her weakened state. With a light, knowing smile, the female slowly rolled over so that she lay upon her stomach facing him. She was careful to prop herself up, placing most of her weight on her uninjured left shoulder. The long scar down her back was perhaps most noticeable, but it had already begun to heal nicely thanks to the doctor; it would remain visible if only through the rise of skin that would heal it. Nevertheless, the woad warrior kept her movements unhurried so as to not agitate that wound. The skin about it was tight as she finally found a comfortable pose. The black fae exhaled softly as if releasing the tension and pain of her body. The black, woad marked tail flickered dangerously behind her. It was often said that animals were most feral when wounded. It was so with this warrior.
"Biler’a," the Adonis greeted in her quiet, alto melody. She didn’t know why, but she preferred to use his surname. The white orbs considered the male with her modest, yet calculating gaze. "What sort of play, entertainer?" The vocative that she chose alluded to the night she had allowed him to cross the boarders of Dahlia. Superb entertainment, he had said. A light smile flickered across her maw. She wondered if he would be able to entertain her, or if she would even be able to ‘play’. And yet, the female was still unsure of what the implications of that word was. And perhaps that was what interested her for now.
The female’s woad bound hand rose to cradle her chin as if demanding something of his presence. The female was a solitary creature, but she accepted his company if only to distract her from her thoughts.
You’re fine! ^=^
500+
The sound of approach stirred the tranquil waters of her mind, forcing the black fae to open her eyes. She exhaled quietly. The sound of that approach was unmasked, as if it wished to be made known. The female did not recognize the sound of the creature’s footfall, nor could she scent it for the wind softly stole the scent from her. But, for the unhurried nature of its step and the absence of stealth and care, the female did not think that this creature was an intruder. There was a trust that the female had for every wolf of Dahlia de Mai, and she would not betray that trust by showing wariness in their approach. Instead, the female remained motionless. And it would have been difficult for her to respond swiftly anyway. That was the most frustrating thing about defeat, she thought. It was frustrating to have her movements hindered. She would lose several weeks of hard practice so that her body would heal. But it was better to wait now and to allow the healing to proceed properly. And the female was accustom to being patient.
The bass voice gave his identity away immediately. The female turned her head to look at him, the grass rustling in her ears as she moved. The white orbs found those yellow ones, and the fierce intensity of that white gaze had not lessened even with her weakened state. With a light, knowing smile, the female slowly rolled over so that she lay upon her stomach facing him. She was careful to prop herself up, placing most of her weight on her uninjured left shoulder. The long scar down her back was perhaps most noticeable, but it had already begun to heal nicely thanks to the doctor; it would remain visible if only through the rise of skin that would heal it. Nevertheless, the woad warrior kept her movements unhurried so as to not agitate that wound. The skin about it was tight as she finally found a comfortable pose. The black fae exhaled softly as if releasing the tension and pain of her body. The black, woad marked tail flickered dangerously behind her. It was often said that animals were most feral when wounded. It was so with this warrior.
"Biler’a," the Adonis greeted in her quiet, alto melody. She didn’t know why, but she preferred to use his surname. The white orbs considered the male with her modest, yet calculating gaze. "What sort of play, entertainer?" The vocative that she chose alluded to the night she had allowed him to cross the boarders of Dahlia. Superb entertainment, he had said. A light smile flickered across her maw. She wondered if he would be able to entertain her, or if she would even be able to ‘play’. And yet, the female was still unsure of what the implications of that word was. And perhaps that was what interested her for now.
The female’s woad bound hand rose to cradle her chin as if demanding something of his presence. The female was a solitary creature, but she accepted his company if only to distract her from her thoughts.