Here Lies A Fool

*Azalea* · 06-17-2013, 11:42 AM

The male turned to look at her. His eyes surveying her body as any wise wolf did. It was a well calculated move in any situation, sizing up your potential opponent. Azalea did so with all wolves that she didn't trust, so to never be caught off guard should an attack ensue.

When the wolf was almost done giving her the run over, his eyes narrowed and his body language in general because more tensed. It was subtle things like this that grabbed Azalea's attention and made her thankful of her wary nature. Should she be so ever trusting as her mother, she would wind up raped or killed. Perhaps it was a rude thought to hold, considering her mother had been raped, but Azalea did not pity her mother. She had never seen her mother as a leader which was why she was so complacent about Epiphron and now Chrysanthe taking the reins.

"May I help you?" He was irked but not aggressive. This triggered Azalea's less refined side, making her simmer below the surface. All she meant was to be sure that the lone wolf was okay and he had the audacity to come back at her like this?

"No, I don't believe you can." Her words were pointed, sharply edged to show her frustration with him. Whoever he was, he was not that much older than Azalea. Perhaps the age of her aunts and uncle. "But you can answer me now: have you lost your wits? Talking to yourself in the middle of the desert? Is it water that you need or a doctor?" Azalea was surprised at how her tongue lashed now. She wasn't usual so sharp but maybe that just came with growing up?

Whoever this was, she was certain she was ready to be rid of him. It was partially a lie that she was telling herself though, for she found herself dying to hear what would come out of his mouth next. This sort of company was much more entertaining and unpredictable than any company in Valhalla, the rush was absolutely thrilling to her.

Speech,

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