Walk Through The Fire
01-02-2014, 04:47 PM
Before an answer could meet her audits, a pale man covered in mud approached cautiously. He inquired as to whether she had seen a wolf named Newt, but she had not, nor had she ever heard of the lupine. She shook her delicate tiara, a sheepish smile playing at her features. "Sorry, I haven't." She murmured softly, sweet alto lyrics quiet as she replied to the man. Then his scent came to her slowly, faintly smelled under the distinct odour of earth. He did not smell of Glaciem, and it made the femme a bit edgy. Orchid pigmented pools would take on a hint of unease and suspicion as she met his own molten optics. "Are you a part of this pack?" She inquired, her girlish voice alluding nothing of her feelings about this male's presence, they were perfectly innocent and cheery. She was a perfect actor, none could see through her disguises half the time, and she could convince anyone of anything she wished. She was forced to look up at this man, who was nearly a foot taller than herself, annoyingly. "Speech" Think "You" HOLY AVOCADOS! THANK YOU FOXXY BABY! |