-- Burn.
05-10-2014, 06:49 PM
Stepping idly now, the fae felt a rancid shiver fall down her delicate spine. Snow laden pelt stood on end for a moment and she froze in her step, her visage falling slowly and a sickened look crossing her fine maw. Long, slender muzzle wrinkling back upwards against her lavender optics which sunk downwards slowly. Slender tail bobbed for a moment, twitching momentarily as the shiver faded, only then had the realization that her one stalk, free of greasy, black liquid had strayed unexpectedly out of place and fallen victim to a shallow old puddle of oozing black rubber. The stench burned at her nostrils once more and a boiling force of frustration rose through the small dove's chest, exhaling almost inaudibly into a growl, directed in full expression towards the filthy earth infecting her physical appearance. True, she had chosen this path, only for it to be the shortest to her destination, not to mention a sense of understatement was given half-heartedly to herself about this particular land-mine of a swamp. Taking in a heavy sigh the fae turned her skull upwards, almost instantaneously her attention fell forward, holding her oozing paw up for a moment she slowly put it down beneath her, her bodice was fully frozen in place now, and nothing but a slight breeze from behind her disturbed the overgrown brisels of white fur to flicker forward. Lavender optics landed on the source of the distant scent. A blink to clear her mind and thoughts as she calmly zero'd in on the brute. He was large, although far from her, she could tell in comparison to her own size. She pushed forward slowly, her gaze remaining on the silent brute starring her direction, careful as she neared closer, her steps seemed to slow down, and her auds peeled back against her skull gently. Gracefully she stood a good 40 feet from the male, he essence growing stronger, and the feeling she received from him grew more and more negative. She hesitated quite abruptly from moving closer, and instead she took a small step backwards. After a long moment of silence she finally opened her maw to allow her vocals to sound out, she spoke slowly and lightly, like the angel she was, her voice was light like the heavens, and laden with an accent. Each syllable was slight but deliberate, "You seem tense, monsieur." She kept her choice of words light but also a bit of a mocking tone. Wanting to see just how on edge this large brute was. Talk like this |
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