Worn Out Faces
09-11-2015, 03:50 PM
She was silent, not uttering a single word or even a letter as the young wolf came in close to begin work on attending her wounds. So she would close her eyes and take a deep breath, claws from her forepaw digging into the grass, but not from pain. It had been some time since she had somebody so close without wanting to harm, a gentle touch long forgotten in the time she had been gone from her beloved. Jaws clenched in annoyance, not from the light dribbling of water over her wounds, but from the disappointment she felt in herself, for allowing this all to happen.
With time the wolf would speak up again, asking what happened, feeling his gaze on her. Zanire would sigh heavily, body shifting by rocking slightly fro left to right before settling back down. A low growl she managed to squeeze out, purple gaze turning downward towards the running water. She knew he couldn't understand her, species having their own languages but also having the basic of a universal one. ”Hurt.” She rumbled this time, diving into her mind to dig up that language she had begin to learn so long ago when she first arrived in these lands. ”Other. Bad.” She added on, french accent thick in her voice. |
Current time: 11-23-2024, 12:14 AM
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.
