I'm hell on heels, sugar daddy I'm comin' for you

*Maija* · 07-30-2014, 06:12 PM

Maija's anger had consumed her so much, she hadn't thought of the darkness being a physical being. She was in the middle of crossing a shallow bit of swamp when a voice broke through her thunderstorm of a mind. Her concentration was broken and she stood in two different parts of the bog. Front paws were stepping into the water that kept her from the other muggy shore and hind paws were still on the drier, squelchy land. Slowly, she turned her head.
If she hadn't been in the area she was now, Maija's golden frame would have shown off its brilliance and usually well-kempt appearance. Instead, she had murky water dripping from her thick plumage and the humidity had sunk into her fur. Dirt and muck were not enemies of the Romanian wolf; she actually preferred to be herself instead of constantly worrying about her appearance (like Pandora). Her leaf green gaze burned with an intense fire, the same one that had threatened to bubble over the surface minutes before. For that minute in time, the male had caught her by surprise.
His words were smooth, indicating he was intrigued by her looks and the secrecy of her name. Her features remained free of any emotion and the fire in her eyes slowly pulled itself back in. All that remained was a glassy stare from a face that showed no wrinkles. Ears perked in his direction and she gave a soft growl before walking through the murky water. The one foot level of water reached up to the middle of all four legs, making her pelt dirtier by the minute. With the anger still tending to the fire in her chest, Maija was still preoccupied with her thoughts.
Upon reaching the other side, she found herself a few feet closer to the male. The closing of the distance was something she had not intended on happening. Maija stood in all her golden glory, letting the murky water drip from her legs and more than half of her tail. Her frame became more curvaceous due to the water pressing her fur against her muscles. Slowly, she looked him up and down with a small amount of interest in her actions, but her words came even slower. "This one's name...is not given away freely," she said, Romanian accent clearly obvious in all the right spots. Anyone outside of her family needed to prove their worth for her identity...it was how she always kept herself safe.

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