For a Sister

Mortis · 04-20-2020, 12:38 AM

He was clueless as to what was going on, but wasn’t about to cower down in front of this crazy wolf! She had the most intense eyes, blue with a sparkle of pink as the bottom ridge. He didn’t know what it reminded him of, a flower perhaps. A strange, unusual flower. As strange as the gentle flecking of white dots scattered across the outskirts of her eyes. Her grey coat shimmered almost blue, and the rest of her body was a sharper, stiffer tone of white. She was nothing like anything he had ever seen before, so he had no idea why she looked at him with such accusations.

“No!” he yelled, not sure what ‘it’ was, but he was definitely going to hold ‘it’ against her and hold her attention for a moment longer. He felt a sudden rushing in his body, a desire to take her on and pit himself against her. He couldn’t say why, perhaps he was just lost in the strangeness of the whole thing. He had found her bathing in the water, and her body was still damp from where she had emerged, and now she was… accusing him… of.. Something. He would take it, and beat her with it. Just let her watch.

He grinned, not in mockiness as she might imagine, but the thrill of fighting her, which he just knew was about to happen. Because, well, he would make it. “Come and get ‘it’ yourself if you're brave enough” he taunted.

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For a Sister

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Mortis