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The warrior was silent as she stood there. She had his attention when his gaze lifted, and for now that would be enough. It seemed, however, that between the moment in which he had left her and the moment now, that clearer creature had fallen back once more. Those yellow eyes were dull again, and the white orbs searched deeper, searching for the now dormant creature and finding nothing through the dullness. Understanding that it would be this way, the probing eyes withdrew, returning to the wolf that stood before her, observing both this male and her own curiosities. The warrior, always expecting the worse, expected him to attack. But he did not, and it was almost as if there was some sort of understanding, a silent understanding, that was more important than anything that could have been made with words. And the black fae understood that words meant very little to this creature. And knowing this, she tried to use words briefly, words that were to the point.
Even when Brennt continued with his accusations, the same accusations that had been applied to her before, she was silent. Finally, when it seemed as if the male were speaking more directly to her, the black fae moved forward, those few, graceful steps closing the gap as if his words had been the permission to allow such proximity. She was not near enough so that he could touch her, but she could see him better and his scent was all that came to her. Because his inquiry seemed to hold a certain amount of uncertainty, the female replied with a simple, "No." And then the alto melody fell silent for a moment as she considered the male once more, struggling to better understand this strange creature. "If you hunt rabbit for food, people won’t try to take it." Rabbit was only a single example of what he could eat besides a rabbit. But the warrior had lived on such things for the entirety of her first two years. Unknowing of her luperci state and traveling alone, the female had been capable of feeding off of such small creatures. The only time she had eaten otherwise had been when she had come across the carcass of another’s meal that had already been eaten.
"But if you are not alone, you can hunt deer. You don’t have to be hungry, and deer tastes better." The meat of predators were not as tender, the warrior had decided. And she had also learned, once she had joined Dahlia and had participated in her first pack hunt, that the meat of deer had the best flavor. It was a unique taste that she could not describe. And perhaps the grey male would be interested enough to take her offer. If he continued on the path her was currently one, he could not live in peace and others would continue to “be mean” to him. The woad marked fae turned slightly, her tail waving once in invitation. "If you come with me now, I can show you." But the warrior hoped that Brennt would show her that silent persona.
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The warrior was silent as she stood there. She had his attention when his gaze lifted, and for now that would be enough. It seemed, however, that between the moment in which he had left her and the moment now, that clearer creature had fallen back once more. Those yellow eyes were dull again, and the white orbs searched deeper, searching for the now dormant creature and finding nothing through the dullness. Understanding that it would be this way, the probing eyes withdrew, returning to the wolf that stood before her, observing both this male and her own curiosities. The warrior, always expecting the worse, expected him to attack. But he did not, and it was almost as if there was some sort of understanding, a silent understanding, that was more important than anything that could have been made with words. And the black fae understood that words meant very little to this creature. And knowing this, she tried to use words briefly, words that were to the point.
Even when Brennt continued with his accusations, the same accusations that had been applied to her before, she was silent. Finally, when it seemed as if the male were speaking more directly to her, the black fae moved forward, those few, graceful steps closing the gap as if his words had been the permission to allow such proximity. She was not near enough so that he could touch her, but she could see him better and his scent was all that came to her. Because his inquiry seemed to hold a certain amount of uncertainty, the female replied with a simple, "No." And then the alto melody fell silent for a moment as she considered the male once more, struggling to better understand this strange creature. "If you hunt rabbit for food, people won’t try to take it." Rabbit was only a single example of what he could eat besides a rabbit. But the warrior had lived on such things for the entirety of her first two years. Unknowing of her luperci state and traveling alone, the female had been capable of feeding off of such small creatures. The only time she had eaten otherwise had been when she had come across the carcass of another’s meal that had already been eaten.
"But if you are not alone, you can hunt deer. You don’t have to be hungry, and deer tastes better." The meat of predators were not as tender, the warrior had decided. And she had also learned, once she had joined Dahlia and had participated in her first pack hunt, that the meat of deer had the best flavor. It was a unique taste that she could not describe. And perhaps the grey male would be interested enough to take her offer. If he continued on the path her was currently one, he could not live in peace and others would continue to “be mean” to him. The woad marked fae turned slightly, her tail waving once in invitation. "If you come with me now, I can show you." But the warrior hoped that Brennt would show her that silent persona.