Wind in the Willows

*Azalea* · 08-01-2013, 11:42 AM

The male watched her approach. He was a patchwork of black and white, heavy on the black. There was nothing truly spectacular about him and his colors were nothing striking. If one wanted to meet a wolf that really grabbed the eye, she would point them to Vahva. Azalea had never liked Vahva, from the moment the colorful girl opened her trap at Aza like she were nothing more than a whelp.

Azalea mentally shook her head, ridding herself of the thoughts that threatened to derail her. "It is a very nice day, Missy. It's peaceful out here," Missy, he called her. She didn't like it and her reaction was to pull back her ears. He pushed up, away from the ground, to sit facing her. Azalea took in his eyes, unable not to. Grey and gold. Now that was different. "Could I inquire you name, Missy? You may call me Greed if it suits you." That name grated her again but she was happy to know that he wished to know her real name.

It was odd, how pleased she was that a stranger was requesting her name. She really didn't know what was wrong with the little pet name he had given her other than that it made her want to claw her own ears off. The medium framed gal smiled politely, "My name is Azalea," she said with a pause, "Greed is an odd name. It implies to me that you are a bad individual. Tell me, Greed, should I trust you?" Her eyes bore into him, eyes locked. He was much bulkier than Gael and she had lost against him which made it easy to figure that Greed would be very capable of destroying her.

She had never shown so much outright caution for her own life before.

Speech,

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