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"Well, you do tend to be causing trouble whenever we have me," the female replied with a smile, her alto melody almost playful. Perhaps it was strange, but the woman had no trouble placing the line between her duty and her personal life. If the male were to cause trouble by entering the Dahlian boarders without permission, regardless of their relationship or of his relationship with Svara, the female could do what was necessary. And such a thing would never be a problem. She nodded in greeting as he continued, as if this introduction were truly between strangers. "Wolves have never required a name for the unknown, so as long as they know that it exists." And perhaps the female was simply from a different time and culture. "Leroy," the soft melody repeated quietly. It was a strange name, one that the Caledonian-Korean had never heard before. She tested it before introducing herself. "Cwmfen nic Graine." And, because this was an informal meeting, she did not attach her titles to her name.
A challenging, almost vicious look came to her white eyes, and it coloured the lilt of her voice, ambiguous, almost playful. "Perhaps you’re really looking." But the black fae was not here for that, and she did not want it. So she immediately dismissed what she had brought up. And she fell silent again, the silence broken only by his sigh. The white orbs looked up as if trying to understand that sound. But she could decide exactly what the male was thinking or what he thought of the incident in general. It was amazing to the solitary fae what a single argument could bring. But she was silent, allowing Leroy to speak. And as he did, the female better understood what had placed the rift between the two. But she would never fully understand.
And she was about to respond when the male turned and ripped a chunk of meat, offering it to her. She hesitated for a moment for reasons unknown before she gave a quiet "Thank you," in return. Leaning on her hands and reaching out with her maw, the female gently took the meat from him. She had always been more wolf than luperci, though the virus had infected not without consequences. The woad bound maw held it gingerly before she lowered herself upon her stomach, gripping the meat lightly in her hands as her hungering jaws ripped a smaller piece. The freshness of the meat was more than satisfying, not to mention the fact that she rarely ever tasted the flesh of deer. And for a moment, the hungry warrior was content as she swallowed.
Looking up, the female finally replied. "She is a girl, you know, only just come into woman hood." The husky was closer to the woman’s own age. "But she is not stupid, but I suppose you already knew that...." There was no judgment in her tone, merely a light conversational feel. "And perhaps she intended for you to respond in this way. It’s safer for everyone if you don’t trespass upon Dahlian grounds again. At least I won’t be forced to attack you." Once again, the female’s attempt at humor was a pathetic one. But, of course, she was not lying when she told him this.
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"Well, you do tend to be causing trouble whenever we have me," the female replied with a smile, her alto melody almost playful. Perhaps it was strange, but the woman had no trouble placing the line between her duty and her personal life. If the male were to cause trouble by entering the Dahlian boarders without permission, regardless of their relationship or of his relationship with Svara, the female could do what was necessary. And such a thing would never be a problem. She nodded in greeting as he continued, as if this introduction were truly between strangers. "Wolves have never required a name for the unknown, so as long as they know that it exists." And perhaps the female was simply from a different time and culture. "Leroy," the soft melody repeated quietly. It was a strange name, one that the Caledonian-Korean had never heard before. She tested it before introducing herself. "Cwmfen nic Graine." And, because this was an informal meeting, she did not attach her titles to her name.
A challenging, almost vicious look came to her white eyes, and it coloured the lilt of her voice, ambiguous, almost playful. "Perhaps you’re really looking." But the black fae was not here for that, and she did not want it. So she immediately dismissed what she had brought up. And she fell silent again, the silence broken only by his sigh. The white orbs looked up as if trying to understand that sound. But she could decide exactly what the male was thinking or what he thought of the incident in general. It was amazing to the solitary fae what a single argument could bring. But she was silent, allowing Leroy to speak. And as he did, the female better understood what had placed the rift between the two. But she would never fully understand.
And she was about to respond when the male turned and ripped a chunk of meat, offering it to her. She hesitated for a moment for reasons unknown before she gave a quiet "Thank you," in return. Leaning on her hands and reaching out with her maw, the female gently took the meat from him. She had always been more wolf than luperci, though the virus had infected not without consequences. The woad bound maw held it gingerly before she lowered herself upon her stomach, gripping the meat lightly in her hands as her hungering jaws ripped a smaller piece. The freshness of the meat was more than satisfying, not to mention the fact that she rarely ever tasted the flesh of deer. And for a moment, the hungry warrior was content as she swallowed.
Looking up, the female finally replied. "She is a girl, you know, only just come into woman hood." The husky was closer to the woman’s own age. "But she is not stupid, but I suppose you already knew that...." There was no judgment in her tone, merely a light conversational feel. "And perhaps she intended for you to respond in this way. It’s safer for everyone if you don’t trespass upon Dahlian grounds again. At least I won’t be forced to attack you." Once again, the female’s attempt at humor was a pathetic one. But, of course, she was not lying when she told him this.