Scars Across My Face [Evelette]
04-26-2013, 12:59 AM
The ivory dame was cautious, hesitant. She had been betrayed one too many times. The knife within her back had been wedged so utterly deep that she felt its bitter sting as an aching throb, small reminders of her past to thrill through her in little jolts of pain. She was guarded, walls had erected themselves around her heart for fear of it being torn asunder once again. Stitches could only keep their hold for so long, she couldn't afford anymore. her coat of glittering white ivory would gleam in the sunlight, muscles at ease and relaxed, she wasn't foolish enough to forsake the strength of friendship but she would never be as open and as familiar as she once had been. She had given up on that side of her life, assumed a true family simply would never be in the cards for her, life seemed to love breaking her heart. He would rise to join her, her muscles were trim and neat, thin and built for endurance and speed, they matched her small frame. She was formidable, but only as much as her endurance and her reaction time allowed. The lumbering monstrosities could end her in one swift bite but she could weave, dodging in between bites in quick fast attacks. He towered over her, outweighing and outclassing her by several pounds. He was thick musculature, built for dominance and power and if the definition of his muscles were anything to go by... he could wield. They would fall into a well placed trot before his lyrics would grace her ears. She chuckled quietly as the flirtations continued. Tail swinging absently and body flowing as she followed the scent, brain swiftly drumming up a clever response. She enjoyed a good game of word play. "Compliments are rare for no mate does grace my life." Her voice would carry a twinge of sadness as she remembered the two she had willingly let tame her and both had shattered her spirit. Freak and Elyas. One had betrayed her after her belly had grown swollen with his pups, the pups had never made her term, and the second had left her after pledging eternity. "You best silence your tongue, lest my growing ego scare away our lunch." She smiled gently at her companion. "Do not think of me so highly, my friend, i could turn out to be most wicked, and then you would have committed a wrong for something unworthy." She winked playfully, teasing him, her tones remaining light and airy. She tilted her head to the side at his own derivative of her title. She tilted her head to the side, mulling over the title, it suited her, fit her well, or so she thought. With a gentle smile she nodded her head gently. "Evey... I like it." The acceptance was simple and his next words, she took with a gentle nod of her head. He could tell her as he wished, she would pressure him to do nothing. She would offer him a piece of her past in return. "I came originally from a land titled Ciroc. Born to the forests, joining the desert, then to the snow, and now back to the forest, I think this time I will stay, it seems a beautiful place to spend ones years." She mused absently, but suddenly they were upon the herd and her muscles tensed, body slinking to the ground, before politely, she looked to her companion. "Would you like to startle the herd and run off the buck, or would you like the killing blow?" Speech, |