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Silverback


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07-22-2013, 08:42 AM




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The silver silence of the ocean and the sky, was not to remain for long. First came the scent of a mutt, and then the sound of labored breathing, tipped with the common name for her kind. Speak. Of. The. Devil. A canine was coming her way.

She didn't bother turning or shifting until the male spoke. Then it was that she reacted, albeit with spine prickling slowness. After all, only the most accomplished huntress, has the patience and skill to take her time. Silverback's grey-green eyes widened ever so slightly, furry lashes, blinking once and then raising in a lazy, quizzical look as a graceful bend of the neck brought her head around. Over her shoulder she glanced, taking in the form of a scarred male wolf who smelled heavily of distant lands. "What a curious way to start a conversation," she mused, her tones rolling out in sweet, low notes just raspy enough to hint at a purr or a growl. She didn't get the chance to use her voice much, so she had never bothered trying to coax airs into it - but she was a cat, and that sort of thing came naturally. A giant's paw took a side step, making the first movement of a turn around. Furry eyes swept forward against her skull. It didn't need to be said that she could turn nasty at any minute, but for now, all appearences were placid and pleasureable. Odd words or not, she would speak with this male. He'd already succeeded in intriguing her ever so slightly. What sort of creature asked such a thing? And was it her own imagination, or had she heard something like a trace of concern in that question?

Cliffsides didn't imply that sort of thing to her - she'd spent her entire life upon them. For on thing, she was too proud to ever kill herself, and for another, even if she were, she was certain she could come up with a much more creative way of ending her existence; One that didn't involve -and she almost shuddered at the thought- water. No, she had merely been thinking, enjoying the forlorn beauty that she very well could've been an embodiment of.


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