Blue Leaves
01-19-2017, 09:05 PM
The Wolf’s ears twitched at the sound of a quiet little snort that came from the female. His brow rose in question, but he said nothing. Perhaps she didn’t like how his eyes took in her frame, absorbing every little detail he could, hell, maybe she thought it was a lustful action but if so she couldn’t be any further from the truth. The bland colored Wolf did not think of the female as attractive, not in the sense that he would want to mate with her, but he was intrigued and for the same reasons she was even slightly curious in him. As they came face to face, both paused in their stride. They were of the same height but while he was muscle and fur, she was bulkier with muscle, fat and fur. Aurum relaxed his muscles, almost embracing the fact that she could throw her weight towards him in an attack- and in fact, he did. If she threw herself at him, he would be ready, but it would not end with a result she wanted. Her jaws parted slightly, but no words came out and true to his nature, he remained silent. Her eerie red eyes drank in his scars, after several long seconds, her shoulders lifted in a shrug and once more he was left with an assumption that she was either unimpressed or wondering what they were from. He waited, noting how her tail lifted in a display of dominance, to which he responded in kind, his head did not lift, but his tail rose to the same level of her own. In quiet actions, he showed he was not afraid to meet any challenge she threw at him, but Aurum was not the type to throw his weight around, while he could be dominant and responded in kind to other rogues, he was not an arrogant Wolf caught up on himself. She demanded one explanation. His scars. His brow rose, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Where I am from, war is as common as breathing. My scars are from sieges and battles both won and lost.” Her voice had been sweetly laced, it was eloquent to the right ears, but his voice was a deep timbre, smooth and confident. It held no hint of deceit, but in that confidence there was a hint of pride. He was proud of the scars that marred his face, shoulders and chest. Where he was from, scars were not hideous disfigurements but a show of battle prowess and how skilled one was. Sharp eyes were attuned to her every move, he noted how she kneaded the stone beneath her paws. |