Romeo take me somewhere I can be alone
09-24-2013, 06:43 PM
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Irin nodded carefully, still guarded as she eyed the wolf that stood before her. However, most of the tension had begun to melt from her frame as she tilted her head back to eye the wolf carefully. "I don't know about 'all is well...'" Irin trailed off thoughtfully, her mind coming to dwell on the things that were not well in the world, like the war that hovered on the horizon like an angry storm cloud. Fear flickered through her mind at the thought of her beloved pack going to war, and Irin pinned her ears back for a long moment. She relaxed visibly when Ryker assured her that he was not, in fact a monster. But wasn't that what a monster would say? Still, Irin was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, if he were a true monster, then he would have attacked her already, and she would be just another loss in the war. So maybe he was all right after all. Or at least not a murderer. "You don't look like a monster." There was still a hint of doubt to her voice, but she seemed more relaxed than she had been earlier. A monster wouldn't have such a story, would it? Perhaps he was just a wolf. There was a slowly uncurling smile crossing her maw now as Ryker addressed her in turn. "I'm just a wolf." Irin assured Ryker, nodding firmly. "And you... I always thought Valhallan wolves were monsters. But you seem nice." Her voice was hesitant, like she was reluctant to admit that she had been wrong. Her imagination had lead her astray, it seemed, but maybe it was an educational opportunity. She was learning that maybe things weren't as black and white in this war as she had assumed. When Ryker continued, Irin found herself settling back on her haunches, making it clear that she didn't plan on beating a hasty retreat any time soon, and she flicked her tail carefully against the earth. "I don't like fighting either," She agreed softly, shaking her head at the thought of the upcoming bloodshed. It was scarier than she was willing to admit. But war was surely inevitable, for wasn't it the duty of the good to fight evil? And Isardis was good, Irin believed that with every fiber of her soul. Maybe he wasn't a story book hero, but he did what was best for Glaciem. But maybe the leaders of Valhalla were doing what they thought was best for Valhalla? Her world was being turned on its head by this young male. "I . . . You're different from what I would have expected." She hesitated, unsure of how to explain it, "I've never met a male that would do that, expose their neck like that. Are you sure you're from Valhalla?" She frowned, examining him carefully. Maybe instead of being a monster, he was a changeling, able to assume whatever shape and scent he wished, and he was currently masquerading as a Valhallan wolf so that none would threaten him, as convinced as they were that he was a monster. It made sense to her. thank you seren! <3 |
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