05-11-2009, 07:17 PM
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End here? ^=^
500+
The woman replied to his reminder with a light smile. What he said was true—it had been a slip on her part to assume otherwise. Of course, now that she did consider the matter in such light, she could see why the two packs remained in perpetual conflict. It was a shame, however, that it had to be so. Once long ago her mother had told her that her people fought often with the other tribes and packs. It was simply a lifestyle. At times individuals partook in duels, duels that were a simple display of strength. Of course, more often than not, the males would become offended and the fight would be real. Some ended in death. But it had never started the resentment she now experienced between this clan and her pack. It was a curious thing, but perhaps it was a thing that she should respect if only because it would be a cultural difference. The warrior understood that not all creatures were the same, and because she now lived within that culture, she could only respect that.
"I thank you," the soft melody responded quietly, her register formal and respectful of the leader in whose presence she was. The woad marked fae bowed her head respectfully, dipping her maw deeply before rising again. "That’s already more than I should be permitted." The least she could do, if matters of peace would not be expressed (and surely that had not been the purpose of her arrival within these lands), was to represent Dahlia de Mai to the best of her abilities. And as Adonis, she recognized that that was now a part of her responsibility. The white orbs considered the Inferni leader as if seeking to understand him. If he had required it, she could have left that night. The warrior was a little uncomfortable remaining in his presence if only because she was unfamiliar with him. While she had grown as a social creature, she was still not the social butterflies that others could be, but she did not think that the dog-like leader would judge her for that.
Her gaze shifted momentarily from the leader to the injured boy. That gaze lingered there for a moment, but the reason for that lingering was ambiguous. Finally she returned her gaze to the man, finally feeling the full effects of the long day and the trek to the lands in which she now sat. Silently, the woman dismissed herself, refraining from turning her back on him. It was something that her father had taught her to do in his presence, but it was something that the woman could make sense of. While a gesture of respect, it was also one of caution. The warrior did not forget where she was or in whose house she was a guest. She retreated to the cave’s mouth and proceeded to shift down, returning to her lupus form. Tomorrow she would return to Dahlia de Mai alone, and she would not require the bipedal form—it would be faster to travel on all fours anyway. And sleeping upon the stone would be easier as well. Curling herself up, the warrior made herself as comfortable as possible, unwilling to disrespect the leader’s word by keeping her defenses. Nevertheless she slept lightly, ready to rise early in the coming morning.
End here? ^=^
500+
The woman replied to his reminder with a light smile. What he said was true—it had been a slip on her part to assume otherwise. Of course, now that she did consider the matter in such light, she could see why the two packs remained in perpetual conflict. It was a shame, however, that it had to be so. Once long ago her mother had told her that her people fought often with the other tribes and packs. It was simply a lifestyle. At times individuals partook in duels, duels that were a simple display of strength. Of course, more often than not, the males would become offended and the fight would be real. Some ended in death. But it had never started the resentment she now experienced between this clan and her pack. It was a curious thing, but perhaps it was a thing that she should respect if only because it would be a cultural difference. The warrior understood that not all creatures were the same, and because she now lived within that culture, she could only respect that.
"I thank you," the soft melody responded quietly, her register formal and respectful of the leader in whose presence she was. The woad marked fae bowed her head respectfully, dipping her maw deeply before rising again. "That’s already more than I should be permitted." The least she could do, if matters of peace would not be expressed (and surely that had not been the purpose of her arrival within these lands), was to represent Dahlia de Mai to the best of her abilities. And as Adonis, she recognized that that was now a part of her responsibility. The white orbs considered the Inferni leader as if seeking to understand him. If he had required it, she could have left that night. The warrior was a little uncomfortable remaining in his presence if only because she was unfamiliar with him. While she had grown as a social creature, she was still not the social butterflies that others could be, but she did not think that the dog-like leader would judge her for that.
Her gaze shifted momentarily from the leader to the injured boy. That gaze lingered there for a moment, but the reason for that lingering was ambiguous. Finally she returned her gaze to the man, finally feeling the full effects of the long day and the trek to the lands in which she now sat. Silently, the woman dismissed herself, refraining from turning her back on him. It was something that her father had taught her to do in his presence, but it was something that the woman could make sense of. While a gesture of respect, it was also one of caution. The warrior did not forget where she was or in whose house she was a guest. She retreated to the cave’s mouth and proceeded to shift down, returning to her lupus form. Tomorrow she would return to Dahlia de Mai alone, and she would not require the bipedal form—it would be faster to travel on all fours anyway. And sleeping upon the stone would be easier as well. Curling herself up, the warrior made herself as comfortable as possible, unwilling to disrespect the leader’s word by keeping her defenses. Nevertheless she slept lightly, ready to rise early in the coming morning.