Excuse Me? [Event]
11-17-2021, 12:14 PM
It was the change of scents on the wind that alerted her to the stranger, and she turned quickly to face the source. Mostly white, with a red face and chest, the stranger stood. She was clearly older, with grey hair interrupting that red mask, but she held herself strongly and confident. Which was, well, mildly surprising considering the literal crystals growing from her face and on her side. The set in her eye was massive; obscuring the entire eye and sprouting over her face. It was... well, horrifying. Mildly disgusting. The purple ooze stained the wolf's face; not heavily but transparently enough that she knew the leakage was happening even at this distance. It made her wary, suspicious, uncertain. What did this wolf want? And would this spread? What would happen? Ugh.
Within moments, the wolf was speaking. The brief tension Lyra felt melted away somewhat, and the hair she didn't realize that was standing on her haunches flattened a tad. With a quick, voracious shake, she settled that fur down entirely. "No. I don't know what this ailment is; it seems to affect many. Both predator and prey, driving some insane and some not. It seems random. I haven't been infected - yet - but I'm not sure how the infection spreads, and if it even spreads from wolf to wolf, prey to wolf, or if it can only spread throughout direct contact with certain crystals and mushrooms." She hated the uncertainty and she wanted to know more about it - while at the same time fearing it. She certainly didn't want crystals in her eyeballs. Or constantly dripping snot. She hated winter colds as it was; the idea of dripping snot that didn't stop was quite frankly disgusting and the entire idea of it felt uncomfortable.
"I appreciate that precaution. I will not either, myself," she responded quietly to Asvor's words. "I am Lyra Saxe. Who are you?" It was a simple enough question; she could see no harm in the exchange of names at this moment. Yes, the wolf was older, experienced, but also half-blind. If it came to a fight, Lyra most certainly didn't intend to engage - risky, that - and she likely had more speed due to her age over this wolf... though she wasn't the youngest herself anymore. The marked difference, however, was that this wolf was easily almost as old as her grandfather, and she herself was still within a middling age, even young enough to bare pups if she really desired that (which she wasn't sure she did). However, she didn't feel like it would come to that. This wolf was being nothing if not polite.
"Speech" "You"
Within moments, the wolf was speaking. The brief tension Lyra felt melted away somewhat, and the hair she didn't realize that was standing on her haunches flattened a tad. With a quick, voracious shake, she settled that fur down entirely. "No. I don't know what this ailment is; it seems to affect many. Both predator and prey, driving some insane and some not. It seems random. I haven't been infected - yet - but I'm not sure how the infection spreads, and if it even spreads from wolf to wolf, prey to wolf, or if it can only spread throughout direct contact with certain crystals and mushrooms." She hated the uncertainty and she wanted to know more about it - while at the same time fearing it. She certainly didn't want crystals in her eyeballs. Or constantly dripping snot. She hated winter colds as it was; the idea of dripping snot that didn't stop was quite frankly disgusting and the entire idea of it felt uncomfortable.
"I appreciate that precaution. I will not either, myself," she responded quietly to Asvor's words. "I am Lyra Saxe. Who are you?" It was a simple enough question; she could see no harm in the exchange of names at this moment. Yes, the wolf was older, experienced, but also half-blind. If it came to a fight, Lyra most certainly didn't intend to engage - risky, that - and she likely had more speed due to her age over this wolf... though she wasn't the youngest herself anymore. The marked difference, however, was that this wolf was easily almost as old as her grandfather, and she herself was still within a middling age, even young enough to bare pups if she really desired that (which she wasn't sure she did). However, she didn't feel like it would come to that. This wolf was being nothing if not polite.