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Very much so! OuO
500+
The female remained unmoving. She knew that she had ventured into his territory now. Yes, it may have been unclaimed territory, but this husky had temporarily claimed this spot for his meal. The warrior recognized this, and so she moved no further. The discipline within her would not allow her to provoke the male by entering his space uninvited. But that black fae was not sure why she was even there standing in his presence. There was surely no major need. Svara had made it clear to the woman that she did not need the male, did not need to rely or depend upon him. But the warrior, of course, wondered at those words. Perhaps they had been spoken with a heart still scorched. And then, there had been the male’s behavior. He had been so gentle and protective, understanding, even, of his lover’s temper. His sudden change of heart puzzled the warrior, and she wondered what words had been exchanged prior to her arrival at the scene. Perhaps she was here to clear her confusion and to better understand the younger packmate.
As she had contemplated her own action and choice, the white orbs had strayed from the other’s form, lifting to gaze into the deeper forest as if listening to the call of some other prey. But the rough voice that addressed her brought the woad banded ears forward, and her gaze followed suit. "Are you not a dog...?" She seemed puzzled for a moment, as if not quite understanding. But she had seen his mistrust even as it lingered in his gaze now, and she realized the inflection he had inferred. "You have not offered me your name...." and the female offered him a light smile, her apology held openly and without scorn. At the moment, the male was violating no law of the pack, and so the woad marked Adonis was at ease. And she wondered if she had given to him her own name, for the female could not quite recall.
"Duties as well," the female replied quietly, for when she traveled, even within the packlands, she was always alert for those who sought to cause trouble. But she was not here to steal his food. The warrior, as a wolf, was a hunter before a scavenger, and she did not seek to scavenge now when she had the means to provide for herself. And she watched, almost curiously, as his gaze turned from her to the carcass and back, as he lay almost protectively over that meal. Hunger bid her to depart, to leave behind the husky of Crimson Dreams and pursue her own meal, but his voice caught her again. She paused, as if wondering at his intentions. "If you will offer it, I cannot deny it without disrespecting you." And the alto melody spoke genuinely. The words were not a mask to hide her intent of requiring his kill, for these lands were lush with others. But she had been raised with the ideal of respect, and she knew that declining a gift or offer, whether needed or not, was to return the gesture with disrespect. And the warrior did not want that.
Slowly, because she was testing the tenderness of that scar that marred her back, the female knelt, placing the bow and her arrows upon the earth at her feet. She would relinquish her weapons so as long as she was in his presence. It was a simple warrior’s truce, offered in silence. As she rose and approached in a single, fluid motion, she offered the male a light smile. "So I look hungry?" The female wouldn’t know. She hardly ever saw her reflection. Perhaps the effects of her forced light eating were visible. Quietly, she sat next to the male and his carcass but did not yet consummate his offer. For a moment longer she was silent before she asked, "Have you met with her lately...?"
Very much so! OuO
500+
The female remained unmoving. She knew that she had ventured into his territory now. Yes, it may have been unclaimed territory, but this husky had temporarily claimed this spot for his meal. The warrior recognized this, and so she moved no further. The discipline within her would not allow her to provoke the male by entering his space uninvited. But that black fae was not sure why she was even there standing in his presence. There was surely no major need. Svara had made it clear to the woman that she did not need the male, did not need to rely or depend upon him. But the warrior, of course, wondered at those words. Perhaps they had been spoken with a heart still scorched. And then, there had been the male’s behavior. He had been so gentle and protective, understanding, even, of his lover’s temper. His sudden change of heart puzzled the warrior, and she wondered what words had been exchanged prior to her arrival at the scene. Perhaps she was here to clear her confusion and to better understand the younger packmate.
As she had contemplated her own action and choice, the white orbs had strayed from the other’s form, lifting to gaze into the deeper forest as if listening to the call of some other prey. But the rough voice that addressed her brought the woad banded ears forward, and her gaze followed suit. "Are you not a dog...?" She seemed puzzled for a moment, as if not quite understanding. But she had seen his mistrust even as it lingered in his gaze now, and she realized the inflection he had inferred. "You have not offered me your name...." and the female offered him a light smile, her apology held openly and without scorn. At the moment, the male was violating no law of the pack, and so the woad marked Adonis was at ease. And she wondered if she had given to him her own name, for the female could not quite recall.
"Duties as well," the female replied quietly, for when she traveled, even within the packlands, she was always alert for those who sought to cause trouble. But she was not here to steal his food. The warrior, as a wolf, was a hunter before a scavenger, and she did not seek to scavenge now when she had the means to provide for herself. And she watched, almost curiously, as his gaze turned from her to the carcass and back, as he lay almost protectively over that meal. Hunger bid her to depart, to leave behind the husky of Crimson Dreams and pursue her own meal, but his voice caught her again. She paused, as if wondering at his intentions. "If you will offer it, I cannot deny it without disrespecting you." And the alto melody spoke genuinely. The words were not a mask to hide her intent of requiring his kill, for these lands were lush with others. But she had been raised with the ideal of respect, and she knew that declining a gift or offer, whether needed or not, was to return the gesture with disrespect. And the warrior did not want that.
Slowly, because she was testing the tenderness of that scar that marred her back, the female knelt, placing the bow and her arrows upon the earth at her feet. She would relinquish her weapons so as long as she was in his presence. It was a simple warrior’s truce, offered in silence. As she rose and approached in a single, fluid motion, she offered the male a light smile. "So I look hungry?" The female wouldn’t know. She hardly ever saw her reflection. Perhaps the effects of her forced light eating were visible. Quietly, she sat next to the male and his carcass but did not yet consummate his offer. For a moment longer she was silent before she asked, "Have you met with her lately...?"