The Mourning Bells Are Ringing

So it seemed that the stranger chose to approach. Surreal slowed to a stop as she heard his paws approaching, turning to face the male, giving him a swift, evaluating glance. In that glance, she took in his silver eyes, dark fur and strong, muscular build. The scars that littered his figure caught her attention, and she filed the defining marks away in the back of her mind. She settled into a light, relaxed stance, neutral and balanced as she took him in. She held no aggression or fear, just polite interest. That interest sharpened as he spoke, her ears perking in recognition. His accent brought a pang of longing for her cousins, Alsander, Caerul and Cael. Claire, she hadn’t been very well acquainted with before the black female had disappeared.

“Currently, I am alone, yes.” Her own accent, one of mixed Russian and Educated Irish/English came on a midtone feminine voice. It was a soothing one, though nothing like the low, soft voice of her mother. Mismatched blue and gold gaze flicked to the moon briefly, though her ears remained trained on the shadowy male before her. If her mother was up there, she hoped to make her proud someday, and soon. Her eyes turned to the male again. “You’re welcome to join me; I don’t mind the company, so long as you behave yourself.” So far, while he hadn’t been an outright gentleman, he also hadn’t made a move to attack her or cause trouble that she’d seen.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think