lost at sea
07-06-2013, 12:54 AM
Battlefield. Claire frowned as the male spoke, examining her surroundings curiously. It actually was rather pretty, in a sense, but the stench of blood. Ugh. It was hard to get it out of her thoughts. Claire flicked her ears, turning her attention back to the male as he continued, describing Valhalla with a proud tone to his voice. And then he mentioned thick black fur. Caerul had had thick, equally dark fur. But both of his eyes had been green and the similarities stopped there. Caerul was black and white. This wolf was just black. He reminded her far more of Fintan and it was that resemblance that threatened to tear her heart to pieces. She missed Fintan. Gods above, she missed all of them, but Fintan in particular would have understood how she felt right then. Her druid brother would have understood. Claire's thoughts held a fond note to them as she turned her attention back towards the large male. A light laugh escaped her as he spoke of preferring all other seasons to summer. She knew how hot things could get when it was warmer out; Claire too had thick, equally dark fur. "It reeks of blood," Claire frowned a little, twitching her ears idly. "But I guess that makes sense. It's pretty for a place where so much blood is shed." Again there was a heavy note of Irish origins to her voice as she spoke. But his next question distracted Claire for a long moment. I was separated from my brothers," Claire explained at last, "We were looking for my father. And ever since I was separated, I've been wandering, I guess. I hardly even noticed that I'd arrived." Claire shrugged slightly. "I don't suppose you've heard any news of three males looking for their sister? They've almost all got mismatched eyes like me." How else could they describe all of them? They were strong; they were family oriented. But that wasn't something that Claire could describe in a way that this stranger would understand. Speech |