silver lillies on a iron pool
08-13-2013, 04:08 PM
~*~ The return from the bottled grey mutt, was rather the last thing Silverback expected. Her surprise showed in a twitch of her rounded ears, but a narrowing of the eyes came with it. She didn't much like the tone of the question. Nor how blunt it was. Not lonely -enough- at the moment, she was tempted to say. But she bit her tongue til a more suitable thought came in her head. Yes. Yes of course she was lonely! At first it had started off as little more than curiostiy, a burning desire to know others of her species - she had only ever seen her mother after all - but as disappointments and impossibilities came, so did the bitterness. Eventually it sank in that she could very well be the last of her kind. A belief that was confirmed again and again and again, driving a thorn in her heart deeper and deeper. Did she feel lonely? What sort of question was that? "You don't have to be you know." Another twitch of the ears. The leopardess shifted her paws ever so slightly. Why? Because she was settling her weight back on evenly on her forepaws. Before it had all been in her haunches as she prepared to leap forward and sink her teeth into wolfsmeat if need be. But this last statement changed things. It was said expectantly, as though there were more behind it. With a slight arching of neck and brow, the cat let a murmur that betrayed curiosity and bitterness in it's silken tones. "What do you mean by that?" |