Hurt [open]
03-29-2013, 12:35 AM
She wasn't dying or horribly maimed, it would leave a minor scar at best, it was just tender, sore and she saw no point in exerting herself returning home when she could just as easily rest up and return better for wear. Cetotorah rarely left her side anymore, not that the sandy coated dame ever complained. They were joined at the hip, when one spoke Luana, Cetotorah's name was sure to follow. They rarely did anything apart, whether it be a duty or task for the pack or a good hunt. They spent time in laughter and speech and they spent time in silence, they had never taken separate dens and even the night before she had curled herself against him, resting her crown upon his front paws. This morning he had vanished and she had been left to her own devices. A hunt had sounded splendid. But now she was injured and alone and it had not taken but a few long moments for another predator to find her. The dame had had little to no interaction with Tortuga, but from what she had heard it wasn't the most...kind of packs and by the cruel smirk upon the dames face, rumors were true. She paused, taking her time, attempting to think past the rash behavior that so often threatened her. She did not wish to provoke the dame, she would already be starting at a disadvantage. Her ears pinned back against her cranium, muscles twitching, ready to fly if she needed to. "My name is Luana." She spoke gently, biting back the sarcastic words that threatened to escape her, her jaws opened to say more but a familiar sight bounding towards her snapped her attention from the dame before her. The snarl reverberating through the air as the ebony form crashed through the water, poising itself between them. She blinked once, slightly stunned to see him here, but as always her heart warmed at the sight of him and her tail drummed in the water. "Cetotorah..." So many emotions twined in her voice as she spoke naught but his name. she truly did adore him. "Speech" |