12-03-2009, 03:35 AM
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300+ eeh, sorry for the wait.
Ears perked automatically when the young wolf’s light giggle sounded. She failed to understand what brought it forth. She wanted to grimace and fade away into nothing. The emotions were always battling inside of her now and she was starting to doubt whether she would ever find peace. It was hard to determine what road she would like to take. She felt.. broken. She was not extremely interested in who these supposed ferals were. Her mind was already losing interest and being sucked back into the black void that had ruined her in so many ways. It was probably Inferni though; the light hint of sea and smoke, the one that clung to her coppery pelt so securely. It made little sense that he did not seem to fear her then.
Again she ignored his polite plea for assistance. She felt sort of numb now, but this was not new to her anymore. Her ruby hued eyes continued to stare at him mercilessly, though there was no cruelty in them yet. It was more as if she did not understand his words. It was clear she had heard him, but there was no response. His last question did not go ignored though. With a fluid movement of her hand, she reached up over her shoulder and drew one of her beautiful twin swords out of its sheath. The lithe blade shone lazily in the autumn light. She had yet to let her lovely blades draw a canine’s blood. Had this meeting occurred a few months before the girl would have been an entirely different person while dealing with a wolf. Things had changed though and she knew that it was not for the better.
Her eyes never left his face, not even when she presented the sword. She knew well what it looked like and she was still wondering what kind of look in his eyes she would find most satisfying. ”Were they coyotes?” the girl now suddenly wondered. His answer would not make any difference, but she figured she could ask anyway. She twisted the blade slowly over on its flat side so that it caught the light better as she rested it in both hands. The blade was resting in her open left palm, but the handle was held firmly by right hand case the wolf decided to turn stupid and try to snatch it from her.
Ears perked automatically when the young wolf’s light giggle sounded. She failed to understand what brought it forth. She wanted to grimace and fade away into nothing. The emotions were always battling inside of her now and she was starting to doubt whether she would ever find peace. It was hard to determine what road she would like to take. She felt.. broken. She was not extremely interested in who these supposed ferals were. Her mind was already losing interest and being sucked back into the black void that had ruined her in so many ways. It was probably Inferni though; the light hint of sea and smoke, the one that clung to her coppery pelt so securely. It made little sense that he did not seem to fear her then.
Again she ignored his polite plea for assistance. She felt sort of numb now, but this was not new to her anymore. Her ruby hued eyes continued to stare at him mercilessly, though there was no cruelty in them yet. It was more as if she did not understand his words. It was clear she had heard him, but there was no response. His last question did not go ignored though. With a fluid movement of her hand, she reached up over her shoulder and drew one of her beautiful twin swords out of its sheath. The lithe blade shone lazily in the autumn light. She had yet to let her lovely blades draw a canine’s blood. Had this meeting occurred a few months before the girl would have been an entirely different person while dealing with a wolf. Things had changed though and she knew that it was not for the better.
Her eyes never left his face, not even when she presented the sword. She knew well what it looked like and she was still wondering what kind of look in his eyes she would find most satisfying. ”Were they coyotes?” the girl now suddenly wondered. His answer would not make any difference, but she figured she could ask anyway. She twisted the blade slowly over on its flat side so that it caught the light better as she rested it in both hands. The blade was resting in her open left palm, but the handle was held firmly by right hand case the wolf decided to turn stupid and try to snatch it from her.