been to the locksmith

The strange giant was quick to block her path, stepping in front of her and gazing down at her with strange eyes, ones with two colours in each. She absently was aware of the thought crossing her mind, the one that announced that he was a very pretty male. He was, but boys weren't pretty, they were handsome. I guess boys could be pretty, it doesn't really matter what word you use, does it? Came another thought, which brought her mind to whole other whirling galaxies of comments and arguments made within herself to the point where she almost missed the massive man's voice as he spoke to her. Toxic eyes blinked a few times as she stared up at him. He was asking if this was her home, and he said it was a nice home. Yeah, it was a nice place, despite being all ashy and grey, but it wasn't her home. She shook her head, a frown creasing her brow as she held his dual toned gaze. "This ain't my home, my home isn't anywhere now. I grew up in the Serpent Plains, but your pack stole it right out from under us." She snapped, eyes narrowing at the male. Her fluffy grey hackles were bristling as she continued, because now she was all worked up about it all. "And now, this other pack came and took the Algoma Prairie from us. So I ain't got nowhere to live, and I'm wanderin' about looking for my family." She yipped, her voice getting dramatically higher and higher as she spoke. It had grown to such a squeaky pitch it was a wonder no one's ear drums had exploded inside their heads.
The male crouched down in front of her, introducing himself as Quelt. In her frustration and helpless anger, she thought to herself; Quelt is a funny name. She let out a great harrumph, and if she could have she would have sat back, crossed her arms, and pouted. However, she could not do that, so instead she glared at the ash strewn floor beneath her oddly coloured paws. "Acadia." She grumbled, still not angry enough to be rude. She wasn't supposed to be rude to everyone, because that wasn't how you were supposed to act around strangers, especially big strangers who could eat you. "Everyone calls me Ace." She added in a quiet, still very grump voice not too soon afterwards. She always preferred being called Ace, Acadia was a really happy, frilly, girly name. She felt cooler having a short, easy to use nickname.
OOC: Finally a reply xD sorry for the wait!




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