Pretty is as Pretty Does
08-05-2013, 05:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-20-2016, 07:40 PM by Nyx.)
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ~*~ Cross hadn't taken to the sudden presence of a stranger too well. In his mind he swore away at the fact that Orica and her plants had gotten them into this, but his joints all popped and his fur tingled - ready to spring at the stranger if the wolf turned nasty. In this case it was only one wolf - and though it was an adult, Cross was it's match and more for height. Cross wasn't the self-flattering sort but he figured he could hold it off long enough for Orica to make a get away - and then run off and join her. None of that, however, was to be neccisary, for as quickly as Cross was made ready, Orica was made calm. She'd recognized another healer and they'd begun talking quite nicely. Cross had had a bad experience with a stranger when he was younger, and it had given him a distrust for them, but so far on his travels as Orica's foraging companion, the girl's beliefs in other wolves were the ones being proved right. They'd encountered a couple of healers now and even been saved in the desert by a male rogue. Wonders never ceased. "I believe I?ve met your mother, Crusade.-" Cross would've been perfectly happy to be left out of the situation, but if he had to be brought in, this wasn't a bad way for it. The pup had remained standing tense and on guard, ready to charge to his cousin's side if needed, but at the name of the other white wolf, he'd started wondering. The name was indeed familiar. And now this clinched it. He'd overheard his mother mentioning the name once when talking about her trip to the south. She was alright then; a friend. From the way she talked to Orica she seemed nice enough. Cross's silence was never meant to be taken as rudeness, nor was did he ever speak in order to avoid showing it. He simply talked when he felt like it, no more and no less. In this case however, he did- after dipping his head politely. "She spoke of you," the boy said, putting in his two sense for the first time. He was still watching the older she-wolf carefully, but the fact that he spoke at all was a token of good will. "She said you were good friends with our Aunt Asheni." Cross nodded towards his cousin. "Orica here intends to be the next legend like her." Orica spoke a bit then and Cross let his mind wander. He was distracted, or rather, his ears were, with the sound of approaching footfalls - quick, but too light to be any sort of dangerous warwolf approaching. He turned to see first a butterfly and then the grey wolf sprinting behind it - Coming right towards him! Running or not, she didn't look like she'd be enough to knock Cross off his feet so long as he was braced, and the boy didn't fancy leaping out of the way like a scared bird, so the boy did what his instincts said and held his ground. He just sort of stiffened slightly and leaned his shoulder into what was no doubt about to be a lovely collision. But the girl, with the silliest of looks on her faces, pulled up suddenly and even rose into the air a bit. The butterfly flew off into the breeze - as light as a feather, but the girl flopped backwards onto her haunches. Cross just stared at her. She had lovely eyes... "Sorry.." the stranger said. Cross didn't try to come up with anything to say. He just wanted her rise and slink over to the white wolf's side. ... very lovely eyes. I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |
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