Pretty is as Pretty Does
08-19-2013, 04:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-20-2016, 08:40 PM by Nyx.)
CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO FLY ~*~ The grey she-wolf, embarrassed into silence, watched him silently as he came over. She accepted his gift, by nose it with her nose. The pine sap stuck to her now, and she pulled away, with the winged gem fluttering on her nose. Her eyes peeked in and out of hiding as those gold and black wings unfurled. Even had Cross been the sort given to speaking all the time, he wagered he would've been struck mute at the sight. It was his first time interacting with a girl. A real girl. Not like one of his cousins, he'd grown up with like sisters. Were they all this pretty? The moment seemed to last an hour, but it wasn't long enough. The butterfly flew away and they were staring at one another again. The little she-wolf was quiet. But that was alright. Cross didn't mind silence. Sometimes it was the most expressive reaction one could give. Now, it couldn't been a trick of the light, or it might've just been a stray shift of the fur, but for a moment, it looked like he'd begun to smile a little at the corner of his muzzle. It disappeared though, as he silently turned around, took a few quick pads to where he'd been sitting before, and promptly seated himself again. By this time his face had returned to normal, and he was once more waiting, taciturn and patient for Orica's interview to be over. Now, however, he didn't mind if it took a while. Maybe the grey girl would try to talk to him some more. - Or maybe their moment was over. Either way, he was content. The adult-sized boy, stretched out his forelegs and laid down in the foliage among the border, carefully avoiding a stray thistle leaf that had been flung to the ground near him. I WILL LIVE TO SEE YOU DIE |
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