curiosity killed the cat - good thing i'm not a cat
ft poem, intellect prompt
08-22-2019, 07:21 AM
Poem’s blue and lavender gaze shifted to the she wolf as she materialized before her and offered a quick greeting. The young Destruction took her in, her beautiful yet so familiar markings around her eyes. She sniffled discreetly, wondering if this was one of her estranged relatives. She tilted her head curiously, unable to make confirmation as Huntington continued. The girl’s eyes widened slightly as she was confronted with her origin. Yes, she was from Abaven, which on second thought must have been obvious even to this loner. At least Poem could tell she didn’t have any pack scent on her.
”I am.” She told her simply as Edgar’s suspicious gaze also looked over the she wolf. He wasn’t as trusting and looked to want to take flight at any moment. Poem, however, grew rather comfortable in the other girl’s presence. She wanted to talk about and maybe join Abaven, surely she couldn’t be bad. ”Sure I can!” She didn’t want to boast and say she had been training to be the heir, but she and her mother talked at length about Abaven, the only better wolf would have been either of her parents. Maybe Theo. ”What kind of questions did you have?”
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”I am.” She told her simply as Edgar’s suspicious gaze also looked over the she wolf. He wasn’t as trusting and looked to want to take flight at any moment. Poem, however, grew rather comfortable in the other girl’s presence. She wanted to talk about and maybe join Abaven, surely she couldn’t be bad. ”Sure I can!” She didn’t want to boast and say she had been training to be the heir, but she and her mother talked at length about Abaven, the only better wolf would have been either of her parents. Maybe Theo. ”What kind of questions did you have?”
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