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11-09-2014, 04:29 PM
The male was slow to respond, which worried her. Was he trying to piece together how he would eat her? Trying to understand her language? She held her body as still as she could, though her muscles still trembled. Finally, he responded, her own tongue falling from his lips in a halting, slow monotone. She blinked at him, eyes going wide as she stared at him. What? Audits flickered back and forth, alternating between being lowered toward her skull and being shoved forward. How did he know how to speak her language? He knew the other tongue, the foreign one she couldn't understand from the northerners? Her amber optics slowly narrowed suspiciously, unsure of what to do about this stranger. She took a step forward, but only one. In no way was she about to get too close to this foreigner. There was a hesitant spring to her step, as if she were a nervous horse. Her head was raised so she was looking up at him over the bridge of her nose. "Bawo ni o ṣe mọ ahọn yi?" She demanded, not trying to seem too aggressive or harsh. However, there was that note of urgency in her melodious vocals. Her tail tip flicked, an ebony streak through the darkness. She watched him, pinning him with a scrutinizing gaze. Who was he? Her crown tilted to one side in curiosity, the twin crimson feathers behind her ear jerking in the same direction before they settled again, sticking out over her neck. Her body language was purely curious now, forepaws crossed one in front of the other while the back legs were splayed wide in case she needed to brace for an attack. Never off her guard around strangers, and extremely uncomfortable in the presence of this foreigner. She didn't like strangers, and her whole body was tense, despite how much she wanted to know this information. |
Dada Shawnee
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