Lost in the constellations

*Jaelle* · 08-26-2016, 04:05 PM

He gave her a look that could make the toughest girls squirm, but not in the way that they were scared. It was only halfheartedly mean, and she could see the concern that lingered there. She was touched, they didn't know each other too well but here he was fussing over a little cut on her paw. It was nothing that concerning, it would heal pretty quickly. But still, he was worried about her and it was... cute. She smiled down at him with her paw still raised, tiny beads of blood gathering at the underside of her paw. As she thought about what had cut her, she felt his tongue run unexpectedly across her pads, making her hackles raise somewhat as a shiver shot down her spine. Blinking her blue and brown eyes, she glanced down at him while he inspected her wound, taking this chance to once again look at the male below her. At first glance, he was a rather plain man. There was nothing extraordinary about his coat, it was just silver with little flecks of black throughout it, and cream at his top and underside. If anything, he was a rather basic looking wolf. But beyond that, past the fur, was the defined muscles underneath. They rippled with each move that he made, bending and twisting around his bones and limbs. He was a very strong brute, she had had the knowledge of seeing that first paw. He had picked her up and carried her on his back, and even though she as as sick as a dog, she could still appreciate the body under her. She noticed something in his eyes that she never had before, where she thought they were only silver, little flecks of blue made themselves known in the shimmering depths. But before she could inspect him further, her dumb ass mentioned almost drowning, and he looked back up at her.

Jaelle offered the male a sheepish grin, it was not something that she had wanted him to find out for this very reason. He demanded to know if it was true, a touch of his anger returning to his vocals. She just slowly nodded her head, that smile still on her lips. "I'm a walking, talking danger zone," she said softly, looking over her shoulder when he commented on her being wet. Oh yeah, she didn't really... Slowly her grin grew wider as she turned and eyed her silver knight, placing her paw back down on the ground and shaking her monotone fur. Her bells called out in alarm at the sudden movement, and water droplets flew every which way. There, be grumpy about that now! Like nothing had ever happened, she raised her injured paw back up and winked her brown eye at him. She didn't speak a single word, just acted like nothing else happened.

The stocky male went on to say that she needed to be more careful, and she frowned down at him. Why was he so concerned anyways? She had made it four years without getting herself killed. But when he mentioned having to keep an eye on her himself, her ears perked. "I would never say no to your company..." she said softly, a hint of a smile gracing her black lips. He seemed to scold himself for caring too much, to which she just stood there and listened. Her leg was beyond tired now, so she finally placed it back on the ground, testing her weight on it. Some of the grains of sand stuck to the blood that was still gathering there, stinging a little bit. But the cut was shallow enough that she knew it would heal soon. Washing it off in the salt water just did not sound very nice, and she wondered if Xephyris would clean it off for her again. Smirking to herself, her tail curled around her flank as she sat, her bells dragging across the sand. He mentioned bringing her 'home', to which she wrinkled her nose at. Jaelle did not have a home, she wandered around too much to settle in one place. The mere idea of it made her snort, it sounded more like torture than anything else. But then he grew quiet, saying that he had news about that. She didn't care too much for packs, but they had healed her and given her a place to recover. She leaned forward, encouraging him with a brush of her nose across his cheek. "What is it?" she asked softly, picking up the change in his demeanor. While she was still touched, and a bit confused, about his concern for her, now was not the time to bring it up. It was her turn to listen and advise.

"SPEAK"

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