calling all angels
04-14-2013, 07:00 AM
The teen?s brief indication of resentment seemed to subside as quickly as it had fashioned, brunette features softening slightly; encouraged by the beast?s lack of retaliation. The ladies anger was usually fuelled by unsuspecting criticism, insult; if her company didn?t feed off the irritation she exuded, if they calmed and wisely loosened their tongue, the youth would do so also. Did he think she was stupid? The males response was far from thought out, as bland and monotonous as the greeting he had previously presented her. Though she far preferred this surface of him; it made her feel less pressured to assert the astuteness that tapped her mind. ?Eos,? feminine tunes answered his question, though defensiveness was still apparent within the curls of her tongue. She didn?t care to ask of his own calling, she had never found names to her interest. ?Your scent speaks of nothing, do you wander alone?? The lady had developed a new found interest in nomads, the recent desire to stray as far from her pack lands as achievable smouldering powerfully within the smoke-damaged caverns of her ribcage.