Write To Me & Escape
07-04-2013, 01:27 AM
Dragon's ears perked as the young dame spoke. She seemed to look almost guilty or something after he had mentioned he was on his way to eat. He sat, listening to her voice. With a lighthearted chuckle, he threw his head back in a hearty laugh. "Don't fret Aeil, it is fine! My rabbit will wait...unless a coyote or other scavenger found it." He lowered his head, blaze colored eyes resting as she asked him about the prey around here. Chuckling again, he found it...cute, when she talked. "Well, so far I've just been hunting the smaller game. Rabbits mostly. Sometimes the occasional fish if i'm lucky...but I'm a poor fisher. I don't hunt the bigger game like deer, horses, bison, or anything like that. I don't think your new pack would like it if they found a mauled bovine on their lands, then hunt down the culprit." The brute shrugged his shoulders, I don't risk the big game. Sometimes I'll chase a squirrel or two if i'm lucky to get one. The small game seems to get me by day to day."
He sat down, turning to look at her as she spoke again of her pack. She looked kind of...cute, scratching her ear. A thoughtful look crossed his eyes, Seracia...? Her pack...where she belongs. Do I want a pack...? Somewhere to finally call home...?Yes. He wanted somewhere he could call home. He looked at her again, eyes softening. Nobody had asked him what he wanted before...and in a way, he was grateful that he had met Aeil. He didn't like the rogue life at all as a matter of fact. It was lonely...full of unwanted mystery. Having to worry about where you'll sleep or what to eat the next day. He hated it. He disliked solitude, and being him, he didn't have a single friend here.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes began to appear slightly watery. He swallowed past a lump forming in his throat. He was indeed, very grateful that by some miracle, Aeil was here. The only wolf he ever encountered that sat with him, unafraid and talked to him. Even more so, asking what he wanted. "To tell the truth...I don't like being a rogue. It's a lonely life, one that I would leave behind in the blink of an eye. Most wolves that see me, either flee or fight. None have ever stopped to simply talk. I thank you, Aeil. I am truly grateful that we crossed paths." Without thinking, he quickly touched her neck fur with his scarred muzzle. Thanking her for something he was extremely grateful for, and that meant alot to him. Pulling back, he looked down and mumbled a quick sorry.
He sat down, turning to look at her as she spoke again of her pack. She looked kind of...cute, scratching her ear. A thoughtful look crossed his eyes, Seracia...? Her pack...where she belongs. Do I want a pack...? Somewhere to finally call home...?Yes. He wanted somewhere he could call home. He looked at her again, eyes softening. Nobody had asked him what he wanted before...and in a way, he was grateful that he had met Aeil. He didn't like the rogue life at all as a matter of fact. It was lonely...full of unwanted mystery. Having to worry about where you'll sleep or what to eat the next day. He hated it. He disliked solitude, and being him, he didn't have a single friend here.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes began to appear slightly watery. He swallowed past a lump forming in his throat. He was indeed, very grateful that by some miracle, Aeil was here. The only wolf he ever encountered that sat with him, unafraid and talked to him. Even more so, asking what he wanted. "To tell the truth...I don't like being a rogue. It's a lonely life, one that I would leave behind in the blink of an eye. Most wolves that see me, either flee or fight. None have ever stopped to simply talk. I thank you, Aeil. I am truly grateful that we crossed paths." Without thinking, he quickly touched her neck fur with his scarred muzzle. Thanking her for something he was extremely grateful for, and that meant alot to him. Pulling back, he looked down and mumbled a quick sorry.