-- Burn.
05-11-2014, 10:10 AM
Another sigh leaked from her jaws, allowing her disturbed physique to relax for only a moment more. Sticky tar was pulling uncomfortably at the slick white pelt that once painted her stalks. Long tendrils stuck to her paws as she walked in such discontent. A frustration was visible in the way she walked and the way she inexplicably looked at the pits beneath her. She felt the stare of the giant brute in font of her sink through her flesh, though she did her best to tolerate him for a moment as her focus strayed to her footsteps. In an attempt to complete her brief journey through a rough terrain the delicate dove had underestimated, she pushed her tired figure forward, as she neared him it was obvious her battle with the tar had also stretched up along the side of her neck and below her chest, splashing against her maw and skull, drying slowly against her angelic figure. She eyed the brute as she began to near closer to him, giving herself a moment to assess the situation. She was not in the right form of energy and strength to take on an aggressor, but the question was whether or not she wanted to risk it. She could sense something was off about this brute since before she had spoken to him initially, though given her current circumstances, turning and running from the direction she had come was not an option. A very small smirk crossed her dainty maw, auds flickering forward to catch her last sentence. Her thin brow line narrowed as she watched him with a lavender stained gaze, both on edge and careful. A very small, light laugh ensued from her vocals, like a birds song it lasted only a moment in time, very quiet and brief. "You amuse me, monsieur..." She cooed out, her angelic voice speaking briefly before she managed to shake and rid herself of the discomfort weaving through her mangled pelt. "You believe I would voluntarily put myself through that horrid terrain." Her voice turned light and playful in a way, her delicate self pulling up in front of the great brute, her optics rarely strayed from him, a very palatable air of concern stayed with her even though her voice may cut the tension, it stayed strong. "Unfortunately, I managed to let the tar get the best of me." She admitted innocently as she ceased walking a good ten feet before him, lavender gaze staring at him carefully, a single forepaw raised underneath her and shook for a brief moment in an attempt to rid the tar of her stained stalks, though it managed to be rather unsuccessful. A curious look painted over her slender visage, and the fae spoke out once more. "Tell me, monsieur... What is a fine man like yourself doing out alone?" She teased him, having fun with her words, in an attempt to make light of the current situation, and possibly keep him at bay with her voice for a while longer for the hunger in his eyes was growing heavier, and harder for her to miss. Talk like this |