Mud Slide and Army Knives
03-27-2019, 04:59 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-27-2019, 08:31 PM by Lament.)
Lament Pyre Her eyes as she looked to him wore an expression of shock and surprise. He glanced up at them, before his eyes darted away again. The instincts he was running on told him it was rude to meet another wolf eye to eye. It wasnt something done frequently or for long. Instead, his eyes settled on her paws, looking for a language that wasnt there. As his eyes watched her stubbornly still paws, they began to walk towards him. Another flick up would see the sick hope in her face and his gut would clench. uncertainty, trepidation his paws would whisper. What did she hope he could give her? Why did he look at her like this. His eyes darted away, and then back again, drawn to her wide gaze despite the impolite gesture. He couldn't help himself, he was astonished at how much he saw there. Her face was like an open book, not the still marble that was his own. "I am Lament." He whispered, pitching his voice even lower now that she was close. His warm voice broke softly, displaying some of the emotion that his face would not. "Do you.. know me?" The hope was there, as well as stress. Seeing her jolted nothing inside of him. His heart did not recognize her, his soul did not fill in the missing pieces now that she was before him. Yet, he could not deny the painful hope on her voice, he might not know her, but somehow, unlikely as it seemed... she knew him. "I apologize, this must be shocking to you. I don’t know you, but I do not know myself, either. My past.. is gone. Please, can you tell me who I am?" hope, stress, uncertaintyhis paws fidgeted the emotion in careful, precise gestures. His eyes moved back to her paws, and then to her molten gaze. He broke propriety and held her gaze, despite his instincts telling him otherwise. He found he could not look away, because she was looking at him like she feared in a moment of inattention he might be lost to her. |
