This Angel Has No Wings...
07-16-2013, 04:07 PM
Laying upon her side those sky blue eyes shut, but only for a brief moment at that. The sound of movement and scents drifted through the branches. It didn?t take long for one of her own kind to slip into the tree's protective embrace. Eyes opened as the dark females head lifted, unconcerned towards the white female. By scent she was older, pack, and smelled very much of the earth. A simple nod of her head acknowledge the other. Ears perked as the female spoke. A Good evening? She supposed it could be if they had not the thoughts like her. "It is a fine evening if one takes a liking to this kind of setting." She replied in a soft voice. There was no use in being defensive nor scared. Imena had grown up in a large pack, she knew it would be pointless to be aggressive or flee. There were always others of the pack not far behind.
Unease crept up her spine, making her rise to her paws, hackles raised. A scent of yet another, one that did make her defensive, entered the scene. Those normally warm soft blue eyes grew hard and cold as it took in the dark wolf with a rat. She didn?t trust them, every instinct told her not too. "Well..it was a good evening till this one arrived." She muttered. All too soon two more wolves appeared, males at that. Out of the whole group Imena was the smallest but not the youngest. Ears twisted to pick up their tones and words towards the black female with odd white eyes.
She never took her eyes off that wolf, and it seemed the other could not do the same as well. Imena was no fighter, plus she had no true reason to fight. It was only her life at risk these days now, and she could care less if it was taken away. At least some days she felt that way. She stared steadily back at the black monster while keeping tabs on the others. They also seemed to pick up that this wolf was of no good and had become defensive as well. Good, their chances stood much higher now that this hellbound wolf.
She still couldn?t shake the feeling that something very wrong and bad would happen this night. It made her falter and take a few steps back. Those white eyes, seeming never ending, could make you feel like you were already dead with their cold lifeless expression. It was then she tore her gaze away to look at the white female and the two wolves, a question in her eyes as to what to do.
Unease crept up her spine, making her rise to her paws, hackles raised. A scent of yet another, one that did make her defensive, entered the scene. Those normally warm soft blue eyes grew hard and cold as it took in the dark wolf with a rat. She didn?t trust them, every instinct told her not too. "Well..it was a good evening till this one arrived." She muttered. All too soon two more wolves appeared, males at that. Out of the whole group Imena was the smallest but not the youngest. Ears twisted to pick up their tones and words towards the black female with odd white eyes.
She never took her eyes off that wolf, and it seemed the other could not do the same as well. Imena was no fighter, plus she had no true reason to fight. It was only her life at risk these days now, and she could care less if it was taken away. At least some days she felt that way. She stared steadily back at the black monster while keeping tabs on the others. They also seemed to pick up that this wolf was of no good and had become defensive as well. Good, their chances stood much higher now that this hellbound wolf.
She still couldn?t shake the feeling that something very wrong and bad would happen this night. It made her falter and take a few steps back. Those white eyes, seeming never ending, could make you feel like you were already dead with their cold lifeless expression. It was then she tore her gaze away to look at the white female and the two wolves, a question in her eyes as to what to do.