Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-14-2013, 09:23 AM
Epiphron was certainly not short of faults herself. Though she was young, and naive in many ways, she was cocky as ever. Her overwhelming pride was not always obvious, and she often held it in check; if only she had let it be known, in her conversation with her adoptive brother Neo, how she thought he was pathetic and hardly worthy of the Adravendi name. Cairo had done the pup a favor by taking him in, and he could've repayed him simply by being a decent wolf. He'd failed at the most simply task. Her blood siblings would've been disgusted had she uttered such words, so instead she had bit her tongue; even making small quips about Neo was enough to send him into a rage. So far, nothing had forced the young wolf to check her privilege she'd been granted by virtue of being born to Cairo and in a pack so great. Perhaps someday she would suffer some great misfortune, and have to come to terms with reality and her own imperfections. But for now, her perfection was stunningly obvious. Maverick seemed to have some of his own, for why else would her eyes remain so fixated on him? And why did leaving seem so dreadful? This male thought she was great in spite of her lineage, in spite of the things that Cairo had created for her that she'd had literally no control over. He made her feel as though she was great unto herself; gorgeous and interesting and everything in between. Epiphron was not nearly as gifted at swimming, but the female paddled around with ease, content to do laps around her new friend. She briefly dove under, but the moment was short-lived. The feeling of the water surrounding her was a bit unsettling, pressure building on her closed eyes and nose, so she surfaced before long, white fur clinging to her skull. She shook her head, spraying some of the water into Maverick's face, attempting to dry some of her fur. Their eyes met for a long moment, and Maverick admitted he was enjoying himself and wanted to see her again. "I'm having a good time too, Mav," she admitted, her voice dripping with natural sweetness. "I'd like to see you again, if you'll have me." Epiphron smirked, teasing slightly. "Though in all honesty, I'm not sure how we'll arrange such a thing..." her voice trailed off, wondering how exactly they would manage that. |
