Sounding the Seventh Trumpet

N/A · 06-21-2013, 02:07 AM

Her bark didn't go unnoticed, the man up ahead catching it as he turned around to face her, his amber eyes coming into view. He was a bit larger than her, given that he was older than her by what she could tell, his coat consisting of a variety of browns. He was by no means anything spectacular, but he was a good looking man in his own rights. Then again, who was she to judge. She had barely met anyone since having arrived in her new home. He was friendly in his manner, introducing himself right away as Datura, even providing a nickname is she so wished to use it. A small smile curled her russet lips, obsidian and russet paws carrying the girl closer to the brown man, onyx plume wagging gently. I like your name Datura. It's pretty unique. It's nice to meet you, my name's Seraphiel. He had been polite and friendly to her, so she was showing him the same kind of treatment back. For the first stranger to encounter, he was a pretty nice guy. Or so he seemed.

And then came a quiet whisper from Datura. She wasn't sure if he was talking to her or simply thinking out loud. The name coming from his mouth didn't seem like it was directed at her. Angelique. That was a pretty name. But who did it belong to? Was it the name of a sister? Mother maybe? Or could it be the name of his girlfriend? So many questions ran through her mind but Seraphiel kept quiet. Maybe she wasn't meant to hear that name. So she kept it to herself, simply watching Dat, wondering if he would strike up a conversation or simply bid her farewell and be on his way.

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