Nothing Left To Fear
10-19-2013, 09:44 PM
Felicita failed at romance gazed deeply into Dexter's eyes, only looking away when he "complimented" her. She was confused by his statement, that was for sure. She was peculiar? Being the positive, look-at-the-bright-side kind of wolf she was, Fell decided to put aside any negative connotations the sentence might have had and took it simply to mean that she was special, that she was different. Different was okay. It meant that she stood out, that she broke the mold. And that was precisely what Fell wanted to be. She wanted to be able to stand out from the crowd, to be seen as something precious, something worth saving and protecting. And apparently, that's what she was to Dexter. In her eyes, at least. Felicita could tell, in part, that Dexter was conflicted once she had asked him to stay. She could understand his dilemma perfectly; if a random stranger had asked her to stay the night with him, she might have questioned it just a little bit. Actually, she probably wouldn't. Felicita was simply too trusting to be considered safe in the world. In part the fault of that lay with her parents; they never assumed that any of their children would want to leave the family pack, and so they never taught their offspring the ways of the world. Where to avoid, who to befriend. Felicita entered the world completely unawares of how it truly worked. She saw only the light; the dark remained shrouded in its obscure hiding places. But oh, what was this? Dexter had agreed to Felicita's invitation! Despite her calming with the moonrise, Felicita could not help a small wriggle of excitement. The chocolate and cream femme leaped to her paws, ready to search for this better sleeping place that Dex recommended they find. Tail waving through the crisp night air, Fell shivered just a bit. The temperature had chilled quite a bit since the sun had set, and Felicita's breath had begun to steam from her nostrils. Feeling a burst of bravery coming on once again, Felicita leaned forward towards Dexter and reached up on her tip-toes to give him a brief but sweet kiss on the cheek, salmon tongue swiping over his snowy fur. With that, Felicita turned and bounded a few feet away, sharp emerald eyes searching for a place for the two wolves to sleep. Speech |