Are you ready for a perfect storm
01-13-2014, 07:20 PM
The man would follow her, unusually close. Occasionally, she would feel her tail touch her shoulder, or his skull brush her hip. Audits would angle back, listening to his movements. She found it odd, as though he didn't know what personal space was. But she didn't mind, he wasn't being perceived as a threat. He would answer her questions in stride. Amenti. It was not a a pack that she was familiar with. He would come to sit beside her, and she could feel his eyes watching her, scrutinizing her. Just Aeron. A smile would tug at creamy lips, and he would return the question. For a moment she thought, how did she answer that. "At one time, I went by Armada, but I don't anymore." It was a simple enough explanation. Her father had disowned her as much as she had disowned him. His dark crown would tilt to the side as he spoke, seemingly genuine curious. "Your accent, what is it?" Her own curiosity would have her emerald gaze turning to him, her crown tilting. She found herself conversing with the man quite easily, unlike most strangers she met. Audits would stand at attention, listening carefully to the man. He had seated himself close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him. It was odd, he seemed to have no issue with how close he sat to her. For once, she didn't mind. Talk like this |
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