do or die
09-19-2014, 11:08 AM
(the king is crowned) Another wolf seemed to have the misfortune of getting stuck out here. It was hard to pick up the scent through the rain that fell in sheets, and the howling wind whipped it past Irina almost before she'd had a chance to pick up on it, but there was definitely another wolf out here. The yelp that had escaped her maw in a moment of weakness had been echoed by a distinctly masculine voice - and last time Irina checked, she was definitely a woman. Coming to a stop, Irina lifted her head, squinting against the driving rain and winds as her bronze gaze scanned the area, seeking out the offending wolf. In the current circumstances, it was hard to pick out many defining features, but Irina was pretty sure that those markings looked familiar. When he addressed her, Irina huffed a little, snorting irritably to herself. "Yes, it's absolutely lovely." Sarcasm practically dripped from her words as she eyed the other balefully. What was his problem? Did he really think this was a nice day? Or was he, too, being sarcastic? Irina was inclined to believe the latter. His next words threw her for a bit of a loop, not that she'd admit it. Her immediate reaction was to say that there was nothing that she was willing to share with him, but the truth was, Irina didn't really have anywhere to go, and this storm was bad. She had to admit that since she'd been almost crushed by a falling tree that two might be better than one - at least that way, if one of them got injured another might be able to help. "Not really," Irina admitted at last, lifting her voice to be heard over the wind and rain, "I'm open for suggestions." It was like pulling nails. She hated admitting that she might need help; it went against her very core to say this. But if the male was up for looking for shelter with her, then at least as soon as they made it out of the storm, Irina would never have to see him again. He'd never tell anyone about the day that Irina Avilov admitted that she needed help. |