Scars Across My Face [Evelette]
04-30-2013, 09:40 PM
She would pace beside her larger, sudden companion, her muscles were relaxed at ease. She was a good judge of character and she doubted he would harm her. He had agreed to a hunt, if he harmed her at all she imagined it would be after the kill. Why take someone down when you get a free meal out of them first? Se scolded herself, such morbid thinking! He had shown her no inkling of violence or reason to be wary of his presence, she would give him the benefit of the doubt. She felt guilty of her thoughts and shook them free. She could see the heavy muscles beneath his coat and felt suddenly sad. What evils had he seen to come upon such heavy muscle? How many wars plagued his past? How many cruelties? The world was a wretched place and it darkened the most beautiful of souls. The dame bit back her frown and her questions, it was not her place to ask. "What about you? Turnabout is fair play, is your wife a stunning warrior like yourself or is she dainty and beautiful?" He had earned a token of her life and she was curious about his own. Was he a part of one of the packs? Did he remain a rogue for a reason? Was he new to Alacritis as a whole? She was getting ahead of herself, thinking too much about too many things. Right now they were on a hunt, it mattered not what pack he hailed from or what land. If he wished to spend time with her he could, she had no obligations, no place she desperately needed to be. She would invite him back to Valhalla only if he spoke of seeking a pack. Determined not to get a head of herself she stayed quiet. "I fear you speak truth, not a great deal of me is wicked kind sir. I try to make allies over enemies, but not many share this view." Her lyrics were soft, whimsical, neither happy nor sad, but the odd light in her eyes had them leaning towards the later. She had seen too much pain, too much death, it had dampened the hope in her heart and it showed, but just as swiftly she buried it, a gentle smile covering her face. Her gaze would linger upon the male beside her, a slight tilt angling her skull. She was enjoying his presence, his easy countenance. She felt relaxed, a strange settling of peace within the confines of her chest. Perhaps she could convince him to return, Valhalla needed more souls like his. As they reached their destination, the ivory dame would crouch, asking politely and nodding at his response. Eyes of ice would trail to the massive buck, signaling her target, she turned to point him out and when he nodded, she smiled. "Circle around to the left and I'll come from the right? Aim for one of the back right leg, and Ill drag him down by the throat?" Her lyrics would come calm and reassured as she awaited his response. Speech, |