You sing me a slow song
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Solitude is what the male sought today. Then again, he had been solitary since his family had parted ways. But he had been on a mission as of late, to find them once again. It wasn't in the tradition of their lineage, for they always separated upon turning a certain age, but he and his siblings had always been different. Here and there he had come across a wolf or two, though none had proved to be on his own intellectual level. He needed that solace now, to stare at the sky and listen to the whisper of the world around him.
Aqil padded along silently, the atmosphere of the Shrine settled itself around him, the male finding peace in this place. He gazed at the trees, their colors bleached much like his own pelt. He sensed a feeling of connection between him, and the shrine. They were both quiet, peaceful, ever watchful, and simply different then the rest of the world around them. The druid stalked further towards the center, green gaze catching the blue gaze of the pool in the center. He stood at the waters edge, captivated by the aura of this place. But through the silent peace, a sound would be hear nearby. Glancing towards his left, a woman whose species he recognized strode nearby. He was not sure if she had seen him, granted his coat probably blended with much of the lighter backdrop, but surely his scent wouldn't be hard to miss? "Amani iwe juu yenu, mgeni." He'd greet her softly and kindly. |
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The fact that he had seemed to startle the maiden made him mentally scold himself. He had manners, though he should have known by now that the native wolves here didn't seem to speak what he did. That was fine, he knew English. It was one of many languages that he knew, and he'd always strive to learn more. Dipping his head politely to her, calm green gaze locked on hers, his posture non-threatening. "Pardon me, I forget that the creatures in these lands are not the same back home. My name is Aqil Amir Duma, I hail from the continent of Africa."
He glanced at her features. She was quite a pretty specimen, her eye markings especially. Though they were not quite the same, they nearly resembled those that his species bore. Was it possible that wolves and cheetahs had bred eons ago? No, that was silly! They were completely different species! "I don't mean to be so...blunt? Is it? But I must say, you are quite pretty for your species." His voice was kind, gentle. Honest. He hoped he didn't offend her, but when it came to compliments, he couldn't help but say them. |
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"My apologies Miss." Indeed he was sorry, the male never the best at saying the right things at the right time, but rather cursed with his personality of complimenting those when he saw fit. He could see she was a little put off by that, and he wasn't entirely sure how to fix this situation. Nonetheless, he would steer the conversation another way, perhaps one to where the pair could talk a little and learn about the other. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Miss Novella. May I ask, you smell different from a few I've come across...are you perhaps in, what do the wolves say...a pack?" |
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