i'll get high if i want to
06-24-2019, 08:10 AM
Muses snorted playfully, shaking her head in amusement, though she noticeably shied away from the tusks thrust in her direction. "Well, I haven't yet met any tusked creature I ought to be afraid of." As if to prove her point, she took a brave step forward, ears tilted forward, tail curved upwards and quivering slightly. She was still young, more pup than adult; naive towards most affairs, emotional, and vulnerable. There was still so much of the world left to discover, and so much to learn. "I see a beautiful beach, and a beautiful ocean, and a beautiful sky. Further down, there are trees that have lived long before me, and will live long after me. I am honored you think I am worthy to compete among such wonders." Muses giggled, playing along in what seemed like futile resistance, albeit a tone in her voice suggested that she truly felt marveled by the world around her.
"My name is Mnē—" She stumbled over her words, "—Muses." Her tail raised slightly in a courteous wave. Although she slipped up from time to time, she remained polite, manners ingrained into even her train of thought. Still unfamiliar with interacting with wolves outside of her family, the yearling initially thought to turn her teasing to the topic of the only social hierarchy she had ever known. It was forbidden for any lesser male to gaze upon women of higher status. There had been few males within the pack, and even less ranked higher than any priestess, such as herself. If she was unfamiliar with a brother or cousin, it was safe to say that they were insignificant; it was not necessary for her to know those individuals, though she had never thought ill of them.
A second ponder of the stranger's dark fur and sharp features reminded her that they were completely different. Freed from cultural constraints, she was obligated to behold him as her equal. As she spoke out again, pressing the tusked canine for more information, the thought niggled at the back of her mind. Either her acquaintance ascended to the ranks of the children of a demi-god, or had she fallen completely from grace. She tried not to think about it. "Now it is your turn to reciprocate." It was not often that she demanded anything of anyone, but her curiosity demanded to be sated. "There must be a good story behind how a wolf earned his tusks." There were legends and lore her father often spoke of; how the birds came to fly in the sky, and how the fish came to swim in the sea; how the gods formed the mountains and valleys, and breathed life into a pile of dust, shaping the first wolf.
"My name is Mnē—" She stumbled over her words, "—Muses." Her tail raised slightly in a courteous wave. Although she slipped up from time to time, she remained polite, manners ingrained into even her train of thought. Still unfamiliar with interacting with wolves outside of her family, the yearling initially thought to turn her teasing to the topic of the only social hierarchy she had ever known. It was forbidden for any lesser male to gaze upon women of higher status. There had been few males within the pack, and even less ranked higher than any priestess, such as herself. If she was unfamiliar with a brother or cousin, it was safe to say that they were insignificant; it was not necessary for her to know those individuals, though she had never thought ill of them.
A second ponder of the stranger's dark fur and sharp features reminded her that they were completely different. Freed from cultural constraints, she was obligated to behold him as her equal. As she spoke out again, pressing the tusked canine for more information, the thought niggled at the back of her mind. Either her acquaintance ascended to the ranks of the children of a demi-god, or had she fallen completely from grace. She tried not to think about it. "Now it is your turn to reciprocate." It was not often that she demanded anything of anyone, but her curiosity demanded to be sated. "There must be a good story behind how a wolf earned his tusks." There were legends and lore her father often spoke of; how the birds came to fly in the sky, and how the fish came to swim in the sea; how the gods formed the mountains and valleys, and breathed life into a pile of dust, shaping the first wolf.