the vow
03-21-2013, 09:34 PM
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The wind was brisk, vehemently raging at her fur and howling in her ears, causing the delicate woman to pin her ears against her skull, her muzzle hunkering down towards her breast as she shivered against the cold. It was a persistent cold, one that seemed to seep into her bones, and she nearly folded in onto herself, shuddering in the snows and sighing quietly. She supposed she ought to find shelter before it got too dark, and she rose, shaking the snow from her thin fur and turning around, only to spot another figure in the shadows. She tilted an ear towards him, struck by a sudden pang of familiarity, but how could that be? She did not know him. Ainslie furrowed her brows and ventured a few paces closer, certain that she had not met this wolf before, but still something nagged at the back of her mind, and she could not seem to push it away, could not convince her mind or her thudding heart that she had seen him before. "Do I know you?" she ventured cautiously, unable to rip her stare away from the one-eyed beast, who she rightly ought to have been afraid of, but Ainslie had never been big on opportunities of fear, and if nothing else, she could at least defend herself to a certain extent, and in any case, he didn't look threatening - at least not yet. |