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The Cross Cloaked in Mists



Twig I

Loner

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KatG2
01-18-2014, 01:20 PM




The only thing she wanted in the world was to be reunited with her family. They were absolutely everything to her. They were her support group, her friends, her allies in time of need. She needed them now. She needed Jinxx to come to her rescue and run this man off. She was here first, these mists claimed her and she had no intent on giving up her ground. Yes she wished to run away and never look back but then she would concede defeat. She had to hold her ground and keep her territory or she'd never make it anywhere in these strange lands. She would raise her head as his demeanor changed. He would sulk like a wounded lover, and she would revel in his defeat. Her agitated tail would swish behind her once again as her gaze would relay her message of ill amusement. Especially to his next words, "Then let's not be strangers!" He was but a pup trying to gain the heart of the first pretty she wolf he saw. Well , he'd have to work much harder than that.
Twig was only less interested in potential mates than she was in potential friends. She did not desire the touch of a man, only their equal respect. She was as good as any of them could ever be, if not better. She would spend her whole life proving that fact if she had to. "Please, my Lady, give me your name so I might know who has wounded this tender heart so thoroughly." She would snort as his words, her head pulling back in surprise. He wished to call her a lady of all things! She was rude, secluded, and she hated polite conversation. If anything she was the least from a lady that one could get, her widened eyes would fall into a sharp gaze once again.
"You may address me as Twig." She would announce with a growl, loathe to give her birth name. "And the only conversation I will tolerate is the answer to my question." She was still so terribly doubtful that his eyes had set themselves upon any who looked like her. "Have you seen any other's with the cross?" Her tones would remain serious as she let herself take a seat. Her hackles would finally settle down, she still kept herself far enough away that her position would not hinder a potential escape. Her ears would continue their rotations as she would not let her guard down.







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