she always tries, truth or lie
10-16-2013, 12:33 AM
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She would notice his returned smile and almost blush, wanting to glance away and yet finding herself not daring to take the risk; as if perhaps she would miss something critically important. The rising scent of deer would be all that would drag her attentions away from his dark features, a reluctant glance cast to the looming figures in the distance. She quickly halted as it seemed Conan would shift from canine to predator, somewhat delayed within her realisation of his tactics as she had been caught within distractions. She would stand there a moment, breathing lightly, perhaps as if afraid to move, however his backward glance would invite her forward; slender figure dropping into stalking-stance as she would creep up by his side, casting a look of questioning towards the concentrations of his gape. What did he plan, and what did he want of her? She didn?t doubt that she were a faster runner than he, her very light, almost grey-hound like body built far more for the purpose of short bursts and rapid speed. However unlike Conan, she lacked the body weight and power to bring such large prey down on her own. Hence, why the woman had grown so skilled upon hunting rabbits and grass-dwelling birds. Regardless, she would wait for him, and follow through with any requests. |