scary world
04-01-2015, 04:09 PM
ooc. never got a notification about this thread, wasn't sure what had happened to it xD
The scent of another went almost unnoticed, though the attention of the pallid dancer would shift slowly toward the dark male who was busily fishing near her. His attempts were for naught, it seemed, when the prey delivered a rather violent slap to his face. A soft chuckle bubbled up in her throat, and the femme had to work to stifle it. His tail thumped against the terra once in apparent frustration, and she watched him with a touch of intrigue. He too seemed to notice the wary form of the gnarled lupus at the lakes edge. His dark frame melted into the grass, hardly visible as she continued to watch the others. It took mere moments for the larger male to lose interest, and he straightened up from where he crouched in the verdant grass. A query left his maw, addressing both herself and the smaller ebon creature. Lithe musculature would be stretched languidly as she rose to her feet, shaking out her thick coat. This weather would soon be the death of her, she could feel it. A small sigh would shudder through her ribs, as she padded lazily forward. Both were smaller than her, but she paid it little heed. It was a trivial matter, and served little purpose at the moment. "I would prefer something a little cooler, myself." She sighed simply, sauntering forth.
The stunted canine crept toward the other wolf, casually drawling his own opinions of the morning. However, what was more interesting was the comment he made about the eyes of their other companion. Brows would knit together, more confused by the statement itself than whatever might be amiss about the other lupine. Slowly she would join with the other two, peering at the features of the male with curiosity. There was nothing wrong with his eyes, they were a lovely pair of heterochromatic pools. Mercury gaze would find the twisted form of the dark male, scarred and abused. "Nothing is wrong with his eyes." She would assure him simply, lilting melodies marred by the burr of her thick accent. Tail tip would twitch, cranium tilting to one side as she examined the other quizzically. "What do you see that's the matter?" She would enquire, soft lyrics intrigued by the prospect of the wolf seeing something she might be missing.
The scent of another went almost unnoticed, though the attention of the pallid dancer would shift slowly toward the dark male who was busily fishing near her. His attempts were for naught, it seemed, when the prey delivered a rather violent slap to his face. A soft chuckle bubbled up in her throat, and the femme had to work to stifle it. His tail thumped against the terra once in apparent frustration, and she watched him with a touch of intrigue. He too seemed to notice the wary form of the gnarled lupus at the lakes edge. His dark frame melted into the grass, hardly visible as she continued to watch the others. It took mere moments for the larger male to lose interest, and he straightened up from where he crouched in the verdant grass. A query left his maw, addressing both herself and the smaller ebon creature. Lithe musculature would be stretched languidly as she rose to her feet, shaking out her thick coat. This weather would soon be the death of her, she could feel it. A small sigh would shudder through her ribs, as she padded lazily forward. Both were smaller than her, but she paid it little heed. It was a trivial matter, and served little purpose at the moment. "I would prefer something a little cooler, myself." She sighed simply, sauntering forth.
The stunted canine crept toward the other wolf, casually drawling his own opinions of the morning. However, what was more interesting was the comment he made about the eyes of their other companion. Brows would knit together, more confused by the statement itself than whatever might be amiss about the other lupine. Slowly she would join with the other two, peering at the features of the male with curiosity. There was nothing wrong with his eyes, they were a lovely pair of heterochromatic pools. Mercury gaze would find the twisted form of the dark male, scarred and abused. "Nothing is wrong with his eyes." She would assure him simply, lilting melodies marred by the burr of her thick accent. Tail tip would twitch, cranium tilting to one side as she examined the other quizzically. "What do you see that's the matter?" She would enquire, soft lyrics intrigued by the prospect of the wolf seeing something she might be missing.
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