Put Your Hand Into The Fire

Finally stopping her hum the shewolf lowered her head, jaws parting slightly to let her tongue reach out and lap up the refreshing liquid. She took in a few drinks before something finally caught her attention, her ear swiveling to the side. Slowly she pulled her head away from the water, her head turning in the direction she heard the noise to find a male standing there. Something was off right away, his appearance was unlike any other she had even seen in her life. His body, it was horribly scarred, covering half of him and he was missing a limb. Wha... what happened to him. She wondered, but knowing how it felt to be stared at and knowing he wouldn't like it, she met his eyes instead of staring at his scarred body. Greys meeting blue and milky eyes, they weren't far apart so it was easy to pick out their colors. She was confused though, why did she not smell him before, or even noticed him when coming up to the water?

Loccian took a step forward, jaws ajar to say something but before words could leave her lips he had turned away, trying to hide his body. It was then that she caught his scent fill her nose, the smell of smoke and burned flesh. Did he not want to stay because he didn't want her to question his appearance, reopen old wounds? The reason she thought this instead of him just being shy was because the way he held himself, embarrassed and, scared?

I'm sorry, I did not mean to pop up without notice. Her voice was soft, gentle. Apologising for showing up unannounced. Perhaps she could get him to stay, she didn't mind the way he looked as long as he wasn't some jerk to her like a lot of wolves. She was feeling lonely lately, just wandering around Seracia by yourself was no fun, and time passed slowly when you had no friends to talk to. Hopefully this male would stay a bit, maybe talk with her. I am sorry if it seemed like I was staring, she went on, taking a few steps back out of the water and folding her legs, taking a seat. I am Loccian.




"action.
talk.
think.
you."