Scarred meets Scarred
12-16-2013, 05:36 PM
The wind had been coming head on for the girl, bringing in the fresh scents of the wiillows into her nose. As it made its way in and our of the trees it created a sort of whistling sound, harsh yet sweet at the same time, in a way comforting. Even with this though it would not mask the sound of footsteps behind her, stopping just behind Seraphine, a soft voice speaking ina tone that told her this male would not attack. Right ear would swivel to the side to catch his voice, asking what has torn her. Slowly eyes would open, but rather than turn around to face the strange she would remain facing the willow tree. Not many asked what tore her in a way to ask what was bothering her, the girl mostly kept to herself and barely went out of her way to speak to others, so she doubted this stranger was asking what was bothering her. It had to be about the scars that littered the left side of her body, her missing tail and left ear. "Heat... flames that could make you cry." Though she would answer simply, her tone held a small hint of pain. The flames had engulfed the girl's home as a pup, destroying everything it touched, suffocating those it couldn't reach. She watched as small animals literally burned to death, a deer trapped from its antlers, fall over from the air. "A horrible fire swept through my home as a child, morphing my body into what it is now." She would add. Now she was growing curious, wondering if she should turn around and face the man or just wait for him to walk around and put himself in her view. Usually those who remained out of sight had a reason, they were sneaking up and would attack you, which it seemed like this male wasn't doing. Something was wrong, physically and was shy about their appearance. Or... Seraphine would stop herself there, paws crossing over the other, body turning around, blue and golden eyes falling upon the stranger. "normal. talk. think. you. |