can't see the forest through the trees {{joining
07-24-2014, 07:05 PM
And suddenly there were others ? to her, anyway, that?s how it seemed to go down. Her blue eyes shifted between the female and the male, her cranium cocking to the side as she noted the authority of the male. She gathered this one was important, probably. Especially since the female had referred to him by name ? right, right, she couldn?t be stupid, this one was probably in charge, yes?
?Yes, my name is Abigail,? the grey wolf responded to Vendetta, ducking her head slightly, nervously noting the other female?s calculating look. She found herself glad that the pack leader had come along so quickly.
And then her blue eyes widened, ears flicking back slightly as she realized that she had spoken to this odd female before him ? would that be taken as a sign of discourtesy? A sign that she didn?t think he was an authoritative figure? Her heart started beating quicker in her chest; a simple little mistake like that was amplified thousandfold in her mind.
At least she knew his name and that the alpha rank was called Azat here. That was good, good to know. And he almost seemed to be grinning at her ? ?is that out of malice or not?? was the thought that spun around in her head. But she pushed that aside since, honestly, he was trying to explain something to her, and it would be more than rude if she was too caught up in embarrassment to pay attention. Wasn?t that selfish? Yes, it sounded selfish to her.
?I-I, um, I-I think healing fits me best, Az-zat Bass Destruction,? she stuttered out, mostly due to the fact her jaw muscles were quivering with nervousness. She didn?t honestly understand why some thought that embarrassment had to do with ?flushed? sensations ? she felt cold when she was nervous, like all the heat had rushed out of her body along with her dignity. At least she hadn?t stuttered out his name, oh no, she wouldn?t even let herself think about that embarrassment.
At least she could choose what field to go into here ? she didn?t honestly think that being a guard or messenger would do any good for her nerves, what with all that interaction with others: spars or messages. Maybe she could spend a hell of a lot of time with plants now; plants didn?t criticize, so they were much better than animals in that regard.
She dipped her head further, the motion jerky and awkward. ?I-I, um, hope that?s an acceptable choice, Az-zat Bass Destruction. I-I want to be useful; I?d rather be useful to Abaven than not, sir,? she added, keeping her blue eyes trained on the pack leader as she spoke. However, her other senses were on high alert all this time, and that was easily seen by the occasional swivel of an ear to pick up on the odd noise or so. She was acutely aware of her surroundings, that much was obvious, but she was utterly terrified by external stimuli: quite a paradox, but a paradox with reason behind it.
?Yes, my name is Abigail,? the grey wolf responded to Vendetta, ducking her head slightly, nervously noting the other female?s calculating look. She found herself glad that the pack leader had come along so quickly.
And then her blue eyes widened, ears flicking back slightly as she realized that she had spoken to this odd female before him ? would that be taken as a sign of discourtesy? A sign that she didn?t think he was an authoritative figure? Her heart started beating quicker in her chest; a simple little mistake like that was amplified thousandfold in her mind.
At least she knew his name and that the alpha rank was called Azat here. That was good, good to know. And he almost seemed to be grinning at her ? ?is that out of malice or not?? was the thought that spun around in her head. But she pushed that aside since, honestly, he was trying to explain something to her, and it would be more than rude if she was too caught up in embarrassment to pay attention. Wasn?t that selfish? Yes, it sounded selfish to her.
?I-I, um, I-I think healing fits me best, Az-zat Bass Destruction,? she stuttered out, mostly due to the fact her jaw muscles were quivering with nervousness. She didn?t honestly understand why some thought that embarrassment had to do with ?flushed? sensations ? she felt cold when she was nervous, like all the heat had rushed out of her body along with her dignity. At least she hadn?t stuttered out his name, oh no, she wouldn?t even let herself think about that embarrassment.
At least she could choose what field to go into here ? she didn?t honestly think that being a guard or messenger would do any good for her nerves, what with all that interaction with others: spars or messages. Maybe she could spend a hell of a lot of time with plants now; plants didn?t criticize, so they were much better than animals in that regard.
She dipped her head further, the motion jerky and awkward. ?I-I, um, hope that?s an acceptable choice, Az-zat Bass Destruction. I-I want to be useful; I?d rather be useful to Abaven than not, sir,? she added, keeping her blue eyes trained on the pack leader as she spoke. However, her other senses were on high alert all this time, and that was easily seen by the occasional swivel of an ear to pick up on the odd noise or so. She was acutely aware of her surroundings, that much was obvious, but she was utterly terrified by external stimuli: quite a paradox, but a paradox with reason behind it.