http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... blebot.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> Catherine felt a chill as the deep voice of the male replied her greeting. He was... something, that's for sure. She hesitade, and changed her pose for a more casual, crossing her arms in her chest, her tail and ears relaxing. It was only her fear of big guys, caused by her father. It passed quickly as she noticed he wasn't in an agressive pose. Anyhow, the scars were only things bothering her. Some of their shapes looked like a wolf, other like a duck, and so one. 'Odd...' she thought again. Those certainly weren't by accident. "I'm Catherine." she told him, pretending to continue, but something made her silent. The black mamba that could be taken as dead moved her head foward, slithering from her body to the ground and to the male, her head up at the level of the light blue eyes of the stranger. She wasn't sure if Saw could be seen for the scary wolf, but she knew the snake was examinating him. It circled him once and looked back to it. The hissy voice came out of the half opened mouth of the reptile. "Who are you?" it asked. It was probably seeable to the white wolf. The snake was stealing Catherine's lines in this conversation but, at least, her possibilities of her voice to show her fear for the male decreased, since she didn't need to talk at all. "Sorry. He is like this all the time." she informed, looking to the reptile's slim body and his pose. A few more inches and he would be touching the male's nose. Her Spirit Guide had this bad habit, to don't understand the limit of aproximation. She knew the feeling of his bright, shiny yellow eyes, that now lightly glowed because of the light, but the faint yellow glow from his eyes were notable. In the night, they looked like torches, and were very disturbing. She made a face with her attempts to hunt at night, with Saw in her neck. It was just impossible.
Seymour left the grayish female's shoulder and flew up high, going away. e had probably saw a pigeon or a small bird flying around and went after it. Typical of him. She rolled her eyes and moved them to the male. The way he was sitting seemed like he was hidding something. She didn't care. She usually never did. So optimist, she always saw things in their good side. Otherwise, she was realistic. It was just once or twice when she got pessimist. |
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