Will you fall for me?
01-07-2018, 01:41 PM
She wasn't sure what would happen next but she was still in her defensive pose. The beauty of the canine before her was stunning now compared to the strength she had proven she held. Her body was like a snake ready to stick but her eyes held much more then that. There was anger and pride bubbling there. How someone could know pride and own it with her build no one would ever know. Did some people just get born with pride or did it grow over time? Whatever it was that gene was not in her system and all that grew in her day to day was fear.
She watched with frightful eyes as she approached. Her body telling many things yet giving away none at the same time. Would she strike again at her flesh? Would she tear her apart? It was then that she noticed something odd about her combat buddy. It wasn't a she. The wolf had parts of a male. She eyes grew wide but she looked only for a moment before a paw was place upon her head which cause a nasty soreness to spread from her eyes to the tips of her ears. The wound she'd gotten in the fight smarting with fierce anger at the slightest movement of the paw. She was almost too overwhelmed in pain to realize she was being spoken too.. Piecing the words together in quick succession. She wasn't going to die. Good but did that mean she was going to torture her instead? Next she was asked a question she truly didn't know the answer too but the pain in her skull shouted for her to say yes so that she would remove the source of pain. "Yes." Her response was weak and hoarse sounding but her eyes held to the other dames.
She watched with frightful eyes as she approached. Her body telling many things yet giving away none at the same time. Would she strike again at her flesh? Would she tear her apart? It was then that she noticed something odd about her combat buddy. It wasn't a she. The wolf had parts of a male. She eyes grew wide but she looked only for a moment before a paw was place upon her head which cause a nasty soreness to spread from her eyes to the tips of her ears. The wound she'd gotten in the fight smarting with fierce anger at the slightest movement of the paw. She was almost too overwhelmed in pain to realize she was being spoken too.. Piecing the words together in quick succession. She wasn't going to die. Good but did that mean she was going to torture her instead? Next she was asked a question she truly didn't know the answer too but the pain in her skull shouted for her to say yes so that she would remove the source of pain. "Yes." Her response was weak and hoarse sounding but her eyes held to the other dames.
May seem aggressive but is a scary-cat.