just let go
06-18-2013, 08:52 PM
She could feel a wave of nervousness radiate off from him, his flickering tail confirming her suspicion. She'd encountered her good lot of nervous wolves during her travels and she could see the ticks that signaled that. But she made herself ignorant, pretending that she didn't notice the fact that he was nervous. She was good at hiding her own emotions, but able to read other people like nothing. It was a good skill that she'd acquired during her lonely traveling times. He seemed rather curious about her response to his story about his family, his head tilting to the side quizzically, ruby eyes narrowing as he watched her. Would he ask her about her own family? She could the see the questions swirling behind his eyes and wasn't surprised when he asked her what had happened to her. She'd never talked to anyone about her life, much less had any type of conversation. His voice was gentle, warm, inviting. She knew she could deny him if she wanted to, continue to keep her story to herself, but he had shared his story, albeit probably not the entire thing, and she felt like she could talk to him. I was abandoned by my mother at six months old and I've been on my own ever since. she shrugged, letting gaze fall to her paws. Her story wasn't anything super horrific or traumatic, but it had certainly affected how she viewed the world and how she lived her life. Talk like this |