Write To Me & Escape
07-03-2013, 10:42 PM
He gave a small smile, "Not many know that I reside here. I was in fact going to retrieve some breakfast I had stowed away not far from my den. Then, I scented you around...ahem, anyway...it's mine pleasure to meet you Aeilan...eh...is it alright if I call you Aeil? Sorry...my tongue seems to be unable to pronounce your name." He smiled with embarrassment, his dirt coated fur hiding a blush rising in his cheeks. Thank god his coat was black and dirty...or...wait...he was dirty. She must think he was a lazy lump of fur that bummed around on pack lands! He sighed inwardly. Ugh...how embarrassing... He felt even more embarrassed now that he had realized this. Oh well, it was too late now.
He looked back from where he had come from, then back to her. His meal could wait, he didn't feel hungry anymore anyway. He wondered what she thought of him, dirt and all. He didn't like to be dirty...it always made him feel gross. But his scars...he was always so self conscious about them. He hated them in fact, made him feel...disfigured. He shuddered, he could have been worse off. He could have been as unlucky as the band of wolves he was with that day he acquired these scars...he was lucky to have survived. The others? Not so lucky. His dark past racked his brain, seeping into every nook and cranny it could hold onto. His eyes widened with fear at the memory.
"I...no..." He stopped himself. He would NOT allow this to happen, not in front of her. He shook his head as if he were shaking off flies. Playing off what had just happened, hopefully she didn't notice it too much. Quickly changing his composure and to distract her, he asked "So, you're in a pack eh? I can smell it on you." he asked with a gentle tone.
He looked back from where he had come from, then back to her. His meal could wait, he didn't feel hungry anymore anyway. He wondered what she thought of him, dirt and all. He didn't like to be dirty...it always made him feel gross. But his scars...he was always so self conscious about them. He hated them in fact, made him feel...disfigured. He shuddered, he could have been worse off. He could have been as unlucky as the band of wolves he was with that day he acquired these scars...he was lucky to have survived. The others? Not so lucky. His dark past racked his brain, seeping into every nook and cranny it could hold onto. His eyes widened with fear at the memory.
"I...no..." He stopped himself. He would NOT allow this to happen, not in front of her. He shook his head as if he were shaking off flies. Playing off what had just happened, hopefully she didn't notice it too much. Quickly changing his composure and to distract her, he asked "So, you're in a pack eh? I can smell it on you." he asked with a gentle tone.