une surprise si sombre

His rich vibrant amethyst fur held her attention as she quickly drew in her breath of surprise. She hesitantly took a step back as he drew nearer. The words he spoke were a language she didn't know, interrupted by the common tongue that made her brow furrow. A romantic? He was coming at her with a look she thought she knew all too well.

She lifted her lip, the last one that demanded her squat for him had thought she was a meek child with no self-preservation. He had only surprised her. This one wouldn't get the same chance as the last one. She glanced beyond him for a mere half moment, the wide-open tundra stretched out beyond. His height would no doubt overtake her if she ran.

"Pardon moi, monsieur," (pardon me, sir) She greeted cautiously, another step back. Her own eyes of vibrant violet indigo hardened with rebellious unease as her eyes settled on his approaching form. Another step back but this time with a purpose to tell him she liked her personal space.

"I did not... see you zhere." She held her ground, her eyes narrowing, watching for his initiative moment. Would she be able to find a hiding place within the rusted ship if she needed to? Or would this be a simple greeting between strangers and she would be on her way? How naive she was.

The evening drew closer, the sun had touched the horizon slowly turning the sky ablaze in a vibrant sunset.