Scars Across My Face [Evelette]
04-18-2013, 02:17 PM
The mysterious wolf appeared almost as quickly as he scented her, and by sheer appearance alone she was impressive. Ivory fur with beautiful blue eyes, she was gorgeous. Now, Adonis didn?t judge any wolf by their looks but the male had learned to appreciate a beautiful lady?s presence. She was smaller than him, and had a way about her that captivated his interest. Quickly he shut that down, he had learned the cost too soon about having his interest captured by females. It stirred up emotions, and those emotions caused wars, and in those wars wolves died.
Still, it wouldn?t hurt to be polite, even if he was a little curt. He slowed to halt a little closer than where she had stopped so he could hear her well over the raging wind, his muscles remaining tense until he could gauge what the dame wanted. He had been blindsided one to many times in his life. He drew himself to full height, as he looked down at the lass with his oddly colored eyes. His intimidation factor seemed to stem more-so from the power he commanded after years of directing soldiers in war. War, he thought about to often these days.
Squaring his body, he chose his words carefully, in an attempt to keep the situation as neutral as possible, while still giving him the upper hand. Of course, his mama, had raised him to respect a lady, and respect her he would. ?It is a beautiful day, miss. Fine scenery you got here.? He said in a calm voice, his implications of more than just the pretty landscape. ?I hope I did not stray into your hunting grounds, miss. I didn?t scent any markers.? He said graciously, very willing to admit a mistake on his part.
Still, it wouldn?t hurt to be polite, even if he was a little curt. He slowed to halt a little closer than where she had stopped so he could hear her well over the raging wind, his muscles remaining tense until he could gauge what the dame wanted. He had been blindsided one to many times in his life. He drew himself to full height, as he looked down at the lass with his oddly colored eyes. His intimidation factor seemed to stem more-so from the power he commanded after years of directing soldiers in war. War, he thought about to often these days.
Squaring his body, he chose his words carefully, in an attempt to keep the situation as neutral as possible, while still giving him the upper hand. Of course, his mama, had raised him to respect a lady, and respect her he would. ?It is a beautiful day, miss. Fine scenery you got here.? He said in a calm voice, his implications of more than just the pretty landscape. ?I hope I did not stray into your hunting grounds, miss. I didn?t scent any markers.? He said graciously, very willing to admit a mistake on his part.