The Storm Rolls On (AW)
02-03-2014, 07:30 PM
She was about to completely settle down, to curl up and try to nap when he spoke. Her ice blues found his mis-matched eyes as she stared at him kindly. He seemed older than her but yet so scared. What had caused him to be such a way? She took a closer look at him, his underfed body, the way he folding in on himself. She could imagine what he had been through, but it had to be bad. She thought of her family. She had never been physically abused or intentionally abused but she had in a way. The flying emotions of her family, the sudden disappearance of everyone had scared her. There were so many times panic attacks hit her from no where, or after remembering something, or more often in her sleep. So maybe in a way she could understand where he might come from. Or maybe not.Thank you..I just didn't want to interude in your space more than I have already.. She replied softly. She scooted in farther into the cave but on the opposite side from the black and russet male. He was interesting to her, the colors of his fur, his eyes, the way he acted. Most wolves were happy or aggressive when she met them. He was different. She didn't think she was scary, heck she probably couldn't scare a rabbit or even a frog! She sighed as she settled down, curling up with her back against the wall and tail over her paws. My names Angel Madieke Black, whats yours? She asked softly as she laid her head down to watch him. She hoped the storm would pass soon. Her mind told her tonight would be sleepless, full of horror. Last time she had a panic attack in her sleep she woke of gasping right before she let out blood curling screams. The memory of it made her shiver. Why did it have to happen to her? I can talk! |