sally forth
08-19-2013, 06:48 PM
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A wolf appeared in her stretch of water. A black creautre with solemn features and odd eyes. He asked a single, direct question. She couldn't quite tell if he spoke out of defensive or pure curiosity. Lupine body language could be so vulgar sometimes. At least this one had interesting eyes. Blue and Silver. Two of her favorite colors. Charming, really. With eyes like those, he'd make a wonderful addition to her collection. But no no, she wasn't here shopping today. She was just here to fish. To enjoy the sunlight and see what the south had to offer. So far it had not failed to disappoint, and she hoped that she meeting would do nothing to mar her good mood.
Her gaze leveled, appraisingly. "I could ask you the same question." Even when she spoke plainly, there was a hint of both the soothing purr and the sharp growl hidden beneath her words. She was a primal being of long ago, who's race remained in the mountains, which for seasons upon seasons had been the only thing to hear any stray words which might've fallen from the silver lips. "But you are also asking 'what' I am, along with the 'who' are you not? If you know not what is before you, don't you think you should address it will a little more reverence?" She straightened up, her fishing paw returning to it's place beside her other one. "For all you know," she murmured, "You could be speaking to a god."