The foundation
07-04-2013, 02:55 PM
Masqurading as a man with a reason My charade is the Event of the season I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say: ~*~ The pup's first words brought a slight start to the male, followed by a low, rumbling sound- the beast's version of a chuckle, a rare sound. So she was one of the logical ones that had grown up quickly, eh? Very well then, making a game out of a dangerous situation was off the table, but he retained the soft, gentle qualities in his voice that took an effort from the beast. "Don't you think that if I were hungry I could go after something much larger and meatier? Besides, I'm a friend of Seracia, which is where you're from isn't it?" For a moment he considered going to fetch one of girl's packmates, perhaps this 'Loccian' she spoke of, but his mind rebeled against it immeidately. He couldn't leave her out here alone? Perhaps the world seemed sunny and safe enough for the moment, but things could turn ugly at a moment's notice. No he'd stay, despite her rather impressive order to go away. Gargoyle, going into something like a play crouch, half walked half crawled over to the opening of the little crevice that the voice had come from. Sure enough there was a little she-wolf pressed up against the stones. Such a pretty little thing too - with different colored eyes! Gargoyle almost smiled at the only other face he knew that had such a trait. "You have bi-colored eyes," he murmured. "My wife Ocena has those too, though hers are red and blue, not green and purple. We have a litter of pups about your age." he tsked, adding a little more quietly to himself "And now I wish I'd brought them." His little Orica would've come over so daintily and told the she-wolf everything was okay and offered to heal any of her wounds. Galileo probably would've sworn to protect the girl and unconsciously charmed her out of her hole. While Avalon, that little one, probably would've just marched in and dragged her out. that was the sort of brood he was sire of. Carry on my Wayward Son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you Cry No More |