The Devils Staircase [joining]
12-12-2013, 05:42 AM
Violet eyes would lay gaze on the man, measuring him up, trying to figure out why his familiarity rang so. She would stand, her head high beside her father, staring down at the wolf she deemed to be lesser. His speech irked her, causing the fur on her spine to bristle. Her fathers touch was reassuring, and at the same time strengthening. The way this oddly marked creature looked at her left a bitter taste in her mouth, a look of disgust fitted itself on her face, breaking her impassive veil. She would not leave her father's side until this atrocity would be dealt with, whether it was a welcome or a denial. She prayed for a denial. The only sound to leave the girl would be a low short growl at the man's words as she felt her hackles rise. She did not like the way he spoke to her father. She didn't get an impression worth having about this creature. Yet she would not speak unless spoken too, for she knew her place. Even if the words this creature spoke made her want to rip its intestines from his body and spread them for the crows to dine upon. Speech, |
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