silver lillies on a iron pool
08-13-2013, 04:42 PM
~*~ "Well, well," Silverback murmured, "You surprise me." It wasn't to say that she could approve of the mutt before her, but she had at least exceeded the expectant limitations. And said in such a way, the confession was almost amusing. She never would've guessed it from the onslaught at first. "Well we all have our burdens to bear." Silverback's response was rather unreadable, somewhere between light and grim, thoughtful and thoughtless. Such was the art of cats. But it implied merely a connection between her own self dealing with solitude, and the fae dealing with her overactive sense of compassion. Would it get her into trouble one day? Who knew? What if Silverback had been a touch more wicked? What if she had played upon those sympathies to get closer to the mutt and then struck? Or better yet, what if she had prolonged the dance and let the wolf lead her amongst the pack before she let the fun begin? Such things came naturally to Silverback's head, but not her heart. This encounter was proving interesting. And though Silverback wasn't about to join any pack, she was a tad curious about such things. In an impassionate way, merely a scientist studying an odd new germ. What was it that constituted as a desired home for these communal creatures? "You smell of ice and pine," the cat murmured. "-two things I love deeply. Would you be so kind as to tell me about this home of yours?" |