ardent

Where they meet....



Trica- Ica

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
405
size
Small
build
posts
156
player
11-05-2014, 10:43 PM




Her alabaster tail slid over her haunches as she sat, thinking in the silence formed between them. Gentle words hit her audits, forcing them to twitch to the side to allow the sound to carry through. Her brother. A hush fell over the two wolves, both lost in their own thoughts. Trica found it hard to believe that this wolf was simply the dame's brother. She seemed to care for him a lot more than she was letting on to and it intrigued the white femme as she gazed into the forest around them. The green calmed her beating heart as she thought of her mate, whom she loved so dearly, and to the possible pups that were resting in her body. Her thoughts then fluttered to the white mountains she had witnessed too many deaths on, including her mother's.

She found her curiosity brimming as she thought on about her own life. What secrets did this silver dame hold? What tragedies had she witnessed? But most of all, why did this wolf hold her brother so dear to her heart. It was obvious, as much as the carnation-eyed wolf would try to hide it, how much she cared for him. The way she hesitated before she answered and the way she wasn't revealing much, if anything, about the male. Silver eyes would scan the forest, looking for everything and nothing while listening to the soft silence in between them.

Finally, the silver wolf would speak. Answering a question that seemed so trivial to the white wolf. Names didn't matter anymore, merely formalities in the world of wolves. This forest had almost aged Trica, she felt, making her feel wiser and yet younger. She could stand it no longer. "Why do you love him?" words flew from her lips before she processed them, realizing that it was very rude and inappropriate to ask a complete stranger why they loved their brother. "Oh geeeze, I am so rude! Please forgive me..." the femme blurted sincerely, trying to make amends to her obviously rude question. First impressions weren't her thing.




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