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Sand, Stars, and Sorrow.



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02-22-2014, 10:28 AM
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Isabella


There was another who approached her, boldly from in front of her. A bright white mask in the night was almost all she could see for the moment but as it got closer she could see it was a very large black and white male. Her body stiffened as the male sat before her, she would not show this weakness in front of another. She didn't show it to her old pack, she wouldn't show it to this stranger. Her eyes locked on the male's watching him carefully. He didn't seem to be a threat and in fact seemed interested in her. Was that even possible? For another wolf to be interested in the pain of a stranger? It was true she would never turn away from a wolf in need but rare was the wolf that showed any care for her.

Of course rare was the wolf that caught her in this state. Happy was one thing, she was happy at the Ocean for example but this? This was different, and for once she did not know how to react. She was silent for a long moment, watching the male and thinking of how to respond. "Why? What does another care for a stranger. One as weak as me." Her voice was a struggle between her two sides, wavering between her empty control and the sadness she felt. It went back and forth between the two and would sound somewhat broken. At least she was able to hold control over herself, she sat proud with her ears up high and her eyes confident yet showing her pain.

Adjusting her position she was ready to retreat or dash forward if she needed to. Those that were kind one minute could be aggressive the next. She wanted to speak more, if only to prove her voice was not this emotional mess and perhaps to get more out the male. "I am Isabella VentFlurrer." So far so good, her voice was her own. "I have sorrow yes, but why would you want to here it?" She lost control again the sorrow came though. She wanted to sound strong, bold, maybe even a tad aggressive but her words sounded to her like a coward, a weakling. She hated it and no doubt this wolf in front of her saw her as such. "After all even the cruelest wolf would help a sniveling little pup." Her thoughts were to try to get her to become stronger as she waited for this stranger to reply. Though all of her conversation she was sure to keep her voice quiet enough to not reach Alphonso, this was her conversation not his.

"My words are for all.""My thoughts are not."






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