a ship with no sails
08-11-2013, 06:01 AM
~*~ His first words were true but disappointing; they seemed to confirm Silverback's prejudice... but then he went on... and the she-cat was made to readjust her views. Seemed not all were the same. What he said - she could not have said better herself. He brought out the underlying truth of the situation in all it's tragic beauty. They were each of them alone in their respective worlds. But here the snow the boundaries between species were let to fade just enough for them to see a likeness of themselves in the other. Silverback had been raised up with a ingrained distaste for canines; they were brutish and creative, they were wasteful, unnecessarily rough hunters, and when compared to the abilities of such a creature as her, they were toddlers. Such was what she'd assumed was more or less true for all dogs, oh certainly some of them were more intellegent than others; some of them she could have a decent conversation with, but in the long run, they were a sorry species and she couldn't figure out why they should thrive whilst her people died out. But this male... this one was different. Heaven help her... she was starting to feel a kinship towards this one. His plight was like hers. They both deserved better, but knew that whining and sighing would give them nothing. He was right: they were survivors. And whilst this all went on in her mind, Bane was moving forward. They were already close - but now Silverback could feel their fur brush. Her own skin prickled at the sensation, but not exactly in a bad way. The thing about snow leopards, is that they are solitary. In their natural conditions, they only seek eachother out during the mating season. Silverback was getting better at the whole 'being social' bit, she could smalltalk with other creatures to pass the time and ease the loneliness, but being close to another creature like this? In her mind that meant one of two things: fighting or courting; and she didn't feel like causing this wolf any harm. He'd stepped up nervously, one might say reverently, -as it should be, Silverback though- but it seemed that his empathy for her was over weighing his logical wariness. He truly felt for her. And having someone understand like that... the dappled she-cat hadn't realized how much it would mean. Suddenly she was being the bold one. She leaned in towards him, perfectly content to let their bodies brush if he didn't pull away. And she brought her large, round head over to his, snaking out her pink tongue in hopes to let it rasp across the side of the male's muzzle. She was prepared for him to be puzzled, she was too, but she stared back at him unashamed. |