7 Tips For Beating The $*!# Out Of Social Anxiety
10-08-2018, 09:44 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-25-2018, 06:06 AM by Sephira.)
Sephira only sensed the arrival of a stranger moments before his voice made him known. She bristled on instinct. First of all she hated being startled, and the frustration with herself that she'd let it happen in the first place boiled quickly over to frustration at this male. She shot him a wry glare, half-hearted while she puzzled out whether or not he was actually poking fun at her. She was too used to pompous southern wolves mocking her multi-colored coats, such that the surprise and adoration of the bland local wolves would still catch her off guard. She at last came to the conclusion that he really thought that was a good attempt at a smooth line. Unable to shake her frustration entirely, but chuckled under her breath despite herself. Keeping her voice low, and a hearty meal at the forefront of her mind, Sephi replied in a near purr, "You and me both, big boy. In fact I trekked all the way out into this godsforsaken marsh just on the off-chance I'd find a strong, handsoommeee..." She dragged the word out, trailing her tone deeper until dropping it entirely and turning away from him once again. "Duck." Concluding in a harsh deadpan. "And chit chat ain't gonna help that." Was it rude? Yes. But she couldn't care less. She'd pack on a few more calories and then set out to find Ig again. An endless cycle of her wandering attention span, need for food, and desire to track down her sibling. She was content with that. Maybe if Flirty McSilvereyes had found her with even one of those goals tacked off for the time being she would have loved to reciprocate. She had half a mind to remind him that the way to a woman's heart was through her stomach, but she knew if she opened her mouth again, there was a higher chance he would as well. Couldn't have that, now could they? |
