Mud Slide and Army Knives
03-27-2019, 09:02 PM
Lament Pyre Her open expression began to change, the joy bleeding into darker emotions, and he struggled to read them completely, unaccustomed as he was to this form of expression. He just knew that he missed her smile, even if it was strange, and placed across her muzzle instead of displayed in intricate patterns across her paw. She took a step back, and he did not try to encroach upon her space again. Her eyes searched for his, and well he was reluctant to meet her gaze, and did so only fleeting, he allowed this touching of eyes. He sensed she needed it in that moment, and he could read there the confusion he heard in her voice. She spoke of their conversation, and he already knew.. What he had known, in his heart of hearts. This woman was not one of his kind, her past was not his. “You speak in part with your voice, and in part with your face.” he explained, and then, looking deliberately into her eyes he let his face morph into an exaggerated smile, a clumsy frown, before wiping it clean and blank once more. “We speak with our voice, and from our hearts.” he gestured first to his heart, and then down the leg to his left paw, which was closer to his heart. “We believe that the right paw is strong, and the left paw is clever. It is here that we express the things that we feel” he made the gesture for Comforting smile and then Serious frown He let his paw fall still as her expression hardened, and he could feel her anger, even if it didn’t come from the gestures he knew best. In truth, he was a little stunned, because well he knew these things innate, to put them to words… he had not realised he had remembered them until he spoke. He had placed another piece of his heritage in the puzzle of his memories. He didn’t let the elation get further, because well he might have learned something, so had the woman before him. The bitter disappointment was shocking and cold compared to the warmth she had given him before. “You are right. You have a past, and wish for its wolves in the present. I have none, and can not be one of the wolves you desire. I am sorry, that we can not share this history. I am sorry for those you lost.” his warm voice was soft, saddened, and his paw tilted to sorrow. “I offer you my friendship, as it is the only thing left I can give you, through I know that it is not enough.” |
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