Pretty is as Pretty Does
08-06-2013, 02:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-20-2016, 07:40 PM by Nyx.)
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ~*~ Cross had one ear trained on Orica, but now his attention was diverted. He didn't really realize that he was staring until the girl glanced back at him, met his eyes for the quickest heartbeat and then looked away. Cross dropped his gaze too, or at least focused it back on the other she-wolves. They were still talking about family and healer stuff. Apparently this Miss Erani knew just about everyone. At another time it might've made the boy suscpicious, but his mom had met her and if Crusade approved of her that was good enough for the boy. Besides, his thoughts were elsewhere. The little grey youth was flicking her tail. She had acted all embarressed and meek when her mother had licked her face, but it was quite clear that she still felt like running around and bashing into other things. And she was still glancing at something - Without shifting his head, Cross moved his eyes to catch the bit of yellow and black that had nearly caused a couple bruises. It was a big, lovely swallowtail with wings that looked more like jewels than real earth-stones did. Cross wasn't big into all that kind of pretty stuff, but he had been gifted with a quiet appreciation of nature. It was often the best kind. In this case, it meant that the butterfly wasn't as scared of him. The boy hadn't moved a paw since coming. Even when he'd been about to get rammed into, he'd staid put. Now he willed even his fur not to move. Orica had dragged him through plenty of feilds of flowers, time for that to pay off. The swallowtail danced back and forth, eventually slowly, and then coming to rest on an alabaster shoulder. Cross didn't even breathe. He couldn't been stone for all that the insect knew. Then-! Quick as a flash, he'd slapped his big bushy tail over to his shoulder - it was far too soft and fuzzy to do any sort of damage, and that wasn't what Cross intended. One of the other things Orica had dragged him through? Pine forest. he'd gotten some of that yucky sticky sap in his fur and hadn't been able to get it all out. It was coming in handy now. The butterfly was stuck quite nicely by the tip of his tail. Oh it could still be pulled off easily enough if someone wanted to eat it... or let it go, you know if you were into that sort of catch and release silliness. Cross just kept his green eyes on the fluttering thing, standing up now and walking over to join the group for the first time. Surreal was the only one he seemed interested in though. He didn't look up from the butterfly until he was right in front of her. Then he silently offered up his tail and the captured treasure on it's tip. I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |