You can Count on Me?
07-06-2013, 01:29 PM
Wolf from dawnthieves, manip by Ocena. Character belongs to Deneke! Something stole her away from the horrid nightmare, something soft, gentle. A breath. Perched just on the edge of conciousness, the ivory maiden would feel a nudge against her flank, and be startled into awakening. Her legs shot out defensively, a snarl ripping from her throat as she snapped her jaws shut insinctively on a body. Her eyes opened just before her deadly teeth would pierce flesh, and instantly she recognized a brown furred male. Aurora reared her head back just in time, and only clamped down on the thick fur of the mans scruff. Pearl razors sliced easily through those hairs, leaving them on her long salmon tongue. Spitting them out quickly, she heaved herself up, stood on shaking legs and looked at the male. Siarvon. "I'm sorry Siarvon!" The lady exclaimed, silver eyes filled with concern. She tasted seawater on her tongue, and immediately set off to the stream and lapped up some of the crisp water. With the salty taste off her tongue, she trotted back to the crushed ferns. Her entire body shook, adrenaline wearing off. That dream... It was horrifying. She shuddered as some of the dream reentered her infinite mind, replaying itself over and over. "What brings you here?" She asked, voice soft again, silky. She was simply curious, although also very thankful. If he hadn't shown to wake her up, who knows how badly the snowy temptress would have been scarred by that nightmare. She longed for comfort, deep in her heart, but her mind banished this as nonsense, weak and childish. So she waited for his response, sitting on the heap of plants, muscles constricting, spasming, causing her whole body to shake. "speech!" |