When you've lost everything, what is left?
12-22-2013, 12:14 PM
She could feel the eyes of her pale companion upon her, but she did not mind, the giantess was used to it by now. When the dame responded to her inquiry, it was another question. A smile played at her dainty features, the lass enjoying her time with this stranger. "It's been quite some time since I had fish." She replied, her voice taking on a light chuckle. Standing, the fox like creature pivoted her cranium to scan the beach for an appropriate place to fish. With her short ivory tail, the woman beckoned for her newfound friend to follow as she trotted onto the pale sand of the beach. The warmth was wonderful under her tea cupped paws, reminiscent of home. There were a few rocks farther into the water, where one could perch while they fished. Her voice found it's way from her throat as she rambled on to her companion. "I once met a creature, who used it's tail to fish. It would let it sit in the water without moving, until a fish bit it. Then it would grab the fish and throw it onto the shore. Strange, isn't it?" The fiery creature asked, though she knew it was strange. She had met many beasts who would appear quite outlandish and unusual to the wolves and other beasts here, but to her this place was strange and foreign. Padding into the salty waters, long limbs kept her from needing to swim for longer than the she wolf could, the warm aqua brushing her pale belly fur. Rearing up, the she knight placed her front paws upon the jagged ebony stone. Stepping onto it, she rested her haunches upon it and waited for the scattered fish to return. No doubt it would take a bit, luckily the next rock was close to her, so Morgan could speak with her while they fished. Speech, |