I Will Be Strong For My Home.
06-01-2013, 10:56 PM
| Sarak |
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The sudden rustle of bushes made Sarak leap to his paws in a nearly comical whirl, and he faced the oncoming wolf on squared paws, head low in an instinctive defensive stance. What he faced, however, was a young female who bore a striking resemblance to Chrysanthe. The only differences between the two females was that Chrysanthe had a white ear, and blue eyes. This young femme, who he now recalled glimpsing at the disastrous meeting a day or so prior to this day, had both ears as well as her head doused in that deep auburn color. Her eyes shone a deep amber. Sarak immediately released his stance and straightened, tail giving a slow tock-tock of apology. Then she was right up next to him, and he wasn?t exactly sure how to react. It was really his first close encounter with the Valhallan wolves. He?d been like a shadow among them. She sat herself down beside him, and slowly he lowered his haunches to the ground again. An ear flicked at her greeting. She knew his name? Moss green eyes studied the young female as she introduced herself. Azalea. It was a pleasant name, good on the ears. Her mother, whoever that was in the pack, had named her well. He watched her as she looked down at the water, then touched her nose to it, sending ripples across the surface. It broke the reflections of their forms into a riot of earth and snow colors, with the riotous fires of Autumn mixed in. She straightened and turned to him. She had an expressive face. The uncertainty that flickered there as she spoke made one ear droop slightly. He hadn?t spoken much in the time he?d been in Valhalla since the night he?d been cornered on that cliff by Erani. He?d preferred to hang back and watch, listen, learn. So when he spoke, his voice broke, only a soft croak, and he paused to clear his throat before trying again. ?I don?t mi-- Er. Mhgm. Er. I don?t mind the Company, Miss Azalea. I was just? Thinking.? He offered a shy smile, one ear folding backward as he glanced at her, then away. |