Shadows of the past, reflections of the future.
Alamea was no longer in control, her instincts taking complete possession of her body. She was seeing and hearing with the distance of an outside observer. In the fog of her mind she was finally realizing the meaning of his words to her; there was a little voice in the back of her head telling her to calm down. That this wolf might not be who she thought he was. The voice was drowned out in a sea of fear though. Her eyes remained wide, trained on the male, never once did she remove her gaze from him. He tilted his head and for a moment the small voice shouted above the roar of fear in her mind, but his inaction only managed to push the voice back under. She could see him thinking, and even vaguely registered a few emotions though through the fog of fear she could not recognize them. He began to slowly lower himself and Alamea's first thought was that he was going to attack her, he was gearing up for a pounce or to dart forward, but to her astonishment she saw him drop into a more submissive position. The voice made itself heard again. "Dearest woman, I am Kypsis Destrucion, I am not your father." The male's words were slowly breaking through the sea of fear. "Not my father..?" She managed a hoarse whisper. She was still having a hard time grasping it but it finally seemed the voice was finally being heard. "You don't have to be afraid of me." Slowly the fea began to unfold herself. Her ears lifted a bit, her fangs were no longer bared and she straitened her back a bit. Her tail remained where it was though and she did not dare lift herself up yet. |
