The Good Left Undone
11-16-2016, 06:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-16-2016, 06:29 PM by Jaelle.)
Jaelle frowned as she looked at the cuts on her face, hoping that it wouldn't leave a scar. She wasn't a vain wolf by any means, but she had never really found scars particularly attractive. She was already so plain, adding a few scars to her face wouldn't help her in looking any better. Letting out a soft huff, her ears twitched as a voice sounded beside her. She looked up from the pool of the waterfall to spy a boy with rather long fur on the top of her head. Blinking her one working eye, she gazed at the rather pretty wolf. It took a moment for her to answer, looking back at the water as a drop of her blood fell in, dispersing over the liquid until the red faded away. "Thorns. The bastards ate my scarf so I gave them a piece of my mind," she said softly, shaking her head to scatter tiny beads of blood into the calm waters. Stupid thorns, they had torn a little hole in her fabric too. Pouting down at her precious scarf, she licked the small nick before looking back up at the younger wolf. He offered to help her, and Jae wasn't a fool. It would be impossible for her to clean the wounds, but a stranger cleaning her face was... a tad odd. She couldn't help but smile though, plopping down on her rump as her head tilted off to one side. "Shouldn't you take me out before you offer to lick a ladies face?" she said teasingly, her lips cracking up further as she let out a soft laugh. She did dip her head down though, because it would be a huge help if he could at least clean them. She wasn't too worried, they would close up pretty fast here anyways. It was an invitation for the hairy wolf to help her, her bells jingling as she shifted her position slightly. What he said next surprised her though, her brown and blue eyes looking up to catch his own gaze. Smelling like a pack? Her? She sniffed at her own coat, noticing the very faint scent of Vyper on her monochrome fur. Oh ick, had she been there long enough to actually smell like them? Her nose wrinkled slightly, which pushed a bit more blood out of the cuts on her muzzle. "Not really from a pack, more of an honorary member," she said with a bit of a grumble, not liking that she smelled like them. She had nothing against Xephyris, but she only joined because he had asked her so nicely. "It's called Vyper though, here in the north. Xephyris runs it with some brown woman who I don't recall her name," she did but Limno needed no more credit than she already had. Clearing her throat, she casually shrugged her shoulders. "I come and go a lot, go more so than anything else. I don't like being tied down but Xeph is a friend of mine, and I promised I would help out." Stupid man had her twisted around his paw. Huffing, she let out a small snort afterwards. They were good friends though, she was just too nice for her own good. |
Unless otherwise stated, Giet (Goat the stoat) is always with Jaelle. He is grumpy and mean, and may not always say nice things.