Serenity
03-26-2014, 07:17 PM
Dusty blue eyes would settle again upon the bright ones of his companion. It was strange that this wolf who had seemed to different from him in her sass and manner would or so he felt, click so easily with him. He felt a friendship had begun to sprout between them, enough so that had barely hid his pain at the thoughts of his past. He thought he could see in this wolf a kindness, buried by the strong, enflamed persona she pushed out first and foremost and it reminded him oddly of Lyric although the two could not be more different. He warmed a little at the thought of his melody, before bringing himself back to the present to answer her words. ?Glaciem... I believe I?ve heard their name before? He admitted, pausing as he considered why the word had a vague sense of familiarity to it. It took him a moment, but realised that indeed Lyric herself had mentioned the name before. ? "Glaciem and Tortuga are more dark in nature, and Ebony is a newer pack? She had said, and it was now with surprise that he regarded the wolf before him. He could not doubt Lyric?s words, he did not think there was a deceitful bone in her entire body but as he took in the fae before him he could not understand how Glaciem could be a pack of cruelty, or this wolf simply could not boost the nature of its wolves. He was watching her closely now, drawing in all he knew of her in sight and personality and decided that it did not matter if Glaciem was evil, he knew that this wolf was not one who followed the path of cruelty. Perhaps she was capable of such feats, perhaps she did so to blend into her pack, but he did not believe that it was true in her heart whether she did so or did not. As he came to this conclusion she pulled her head towards his, her soft pink nose tickling the hairs below his jawbone and he would freeze in astonishment, with only his eyes moving as they looked down upon her. He barely dared to breath, to take in that hormone perfumed scent, that one designed perfectly to bring down a male?s sanity, to make them lose their minds. Oh, gods, he couldn?t believe her face was so close to hers and he closed his eyes against the sight, even as he was forced by his body to take a breath and chanted in his mind Lyric, Lyric, Lyric, Lyric. Until he sensed that she had moved away again. He almost marvelled at his self-control, he had felt that wave of scent full through his nostrils in a terrible drag of breath and felt like an addict, begging for more of its intoxication. He had to believe she did not realise what she was doing or all his belief of her good nature was false and she played with him even now. But as he opened his eyes again, the swirling scent before him and it filled him with half a wish that it was true so he could say she was turning the full force of her charms against him and it thus was not truly his fault at the wildness that filled him. But, no, he had opened his eyes and looked into hers and could not say that she was cruel, perhaps simply naive at the way she teased him. ?I..? His voice shook for a moment and he fought to bring himself back under control, and cleared his throat before beginning again. ?I?m from Valhalla, but I?m new there so I?m not surprised if I haven?t picked up the scent yet? He explained, a little huskily. "Speech" |
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