just another saturday night
08-12-2014, 10:17 PM
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| For a few moments, silence fell, leaving Senka dwelling within her own thoughts. She was content in this, of course - Senka was not so codependent that she could not entertain herself for a few moments. She had been on her own for some time now, after all. First she had left Ignis and then her mother had left her. Neither had had much of an impact on the girl, but that was simply due to how apathetic she was about everything. One of these days, motivation would come her way. But today was not that day. It was only when the other wolf spoke again that Senka stirred, ears pricking back towards the black male - Mikal. The name was committed to memory as Senka let her paws stretch out, moving lethargically into a more comfortable position. "My mother's name is Cataleya," Her father, now long gone, had had even less of an impact on her life than Cataleya and so Senka did not even deign to mention Taurig, "She was once the Queen of a pack known as Arcanum." And now she was gone, missing in action and presumably never coming back. With Zaria dead, and her brother also auspiciously not present in Senka's life, she hardly saw the point in bringing them up. As disinclined as Senka was to say anything about herself (it wasn't like she was very interesting, in all honesty), Senka had to admit that she found the other intriguing. His interest in her was clear to the intuitive creature, who had spent seasons studying the actions of other wolves. He was angled towards her, catching her gaze often enough that it didn't seem entirely coincidental - or bad, in her opinion. "I've been a loner for most of my life. I was separated from my mother as a pup and raised by a warrior." Not much else to say, was there? Senka had hardly done anything worth telling a stranger about. "And what has your life been like?" There was (strangely enough) genuine curiosity tinging Senka's words as she gazed thoughtfully at the other. Did she actually want to know anything about him? How . . . interesting. Senka, apathetic as she was, hardly even cared about her family, but found herself genuinely curious about this odd stranger. Speech, |