Revolution
08-24-2013, 04:14 PM
Raspy pants cascaded from leathery lips gone awry, minuscule skull descending to fall to its perch atop her outstretched and oversized forepaws as the babe gathered energy for the tiresome journey back to her mother?s domain, lids continuing to obscure her mismatched gaze from view. A singular ear upon her crown lurched forward as a faint crunching sound graced the otherwise stagnant atmosphere, alerting her to the presence of an unwelcomed creature. Lids snapped open to reveal the amethyst and metallic depths that lurked beneath, her skull instinctively elevating to a proper height as her pupils scavenged for the approaching canine, locating the gargantuan physique of an unknown male immediately. Intimidation encompassed the tyke but the emotion dared not manifest upon her porcelain countenance, instead maintaining her typical vague fa?ade even as the behemoth continued his approach, closing the distance between them with tentative strides. Despite the protest from her aching limbs, she hauled her mass back upon all fours, adopting a defensive stance as she stared at the goliath, pupils dancing across the canvas of his coat while her skull oriented itself in alignment with her spinal column and her tail drooped to lick at her heels. The male was an interesting creature to look at, and the babe found that the design embellishing his fur was rather intricate and contrasted her own pallid, beauty amplified in the male?s appearance more than her own, causing a wave of insecurity to breach her ever-churning mind. Once the examination of the foreign canine was completed, and a greeting voiced in baritone vocals, her pupils traversed to greet his own, searching his cerulean eyes for any trace of aggression or poisoned intentions. Thus far, she found none, but still she would refuse to drop her defenses, instead inclining her muzzle in the direction of the male to offer a curt and wordless greeting, indicating that she had heard him and accepted his presence for the time being. Silence shrouded the duo and tension ensued, but in the reserved tyke?s eyes, the awkwardness of the encounter was entirely normal. Thoughts consumed the wench and she wondered whether or not her mother would want her to flee in this situation or not, deciding that she would be brave for the iron lady just this once. Attention briefly flickered to Mount Volkan where her family was situated, neck craning in its direction as she contemplated how to go about this meeting with the unknown and potentially dangerous creature, turning back to face the brute as a newfound confidence gurgled within her system. ?Who are you?? she inquired after a few moments of silence, polite behavior escaping her in her youth, failing to offer her own given moniker first. |
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