Out to Lunch
03-28-2013, 07:21 PM
~*~ Champion looked the new comer over ? a large male of grey shades and sad eyes. His words were a strange ramble. Fire? Fish? Wings? She understood no point to them, and yet they were said in such a grave, sober tone that she figured the meaning must just be escaping her young mind. His next chime in, however, she understood a bit better. This wolf was upset ? disturbed by something. Possibly, he?d come out here to the river for some peace. Well Champion had no intention of bothering him, rather, if anything, she?d try to befriend him. ?You are under no obligation to appear jovial in front of me, sir. I?m only a stranger passing by.? From where she lay ? curled up like a gold and white polar bear ? she stretched out a languid foreleg. Patting the warm stone with her paw, she invited the male to come rest alongside her. Champion was enough of a fighter to deploy her attentions in different areas. She was listening intently to the male, but at the same time was aware she was being taunted. Those dang flanged fish ? they were splashing and hopping out of the current now! Practically play acting! Nasty scaly vermin. Champion shot a venomous glare in their direction, but they paid her no heed. With a relenting sigh, the she-wolf contented herself to the sun. At least the sounds and smells of the river were pleasant. And now she had a stranger to share them with. Her blood red eyes roved back on him, watching him. Some might think her a bit daft for remaining so vunerable and relaxed before a wolf of unknown intent, but the truth was she could handle herself ? and if the situation later proved otherwise, she?d have a new challenge to fight her way through. The thing about Champion was that she was always looking for a fight, but never looking for an enemy. Fighting didn?t seem on this male?s agenda anyway. Champion cocked her head sideways ?I?m curious as to what makes your heart and features so heavy on such a glorious day.? the big she-wolf smirked at herself, ?Ah, but you?ve no obligation to talk to me either ? and you must tell me, Sir, if my prattle annoys you.? ~*~ ~I?m now becoming my own S.e.l.f.-.f.u.l.f.i.l.l.e.d. Prophecy ~ |