It's Not My Time
04-06-2013, 11:58 PM
The girl didn't hear anyone approaching. She was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to care. She was just more determined to get Him to shut up. God she wanted him to shut up. She wasn't in the mood for him on the day. She was nothing but a whole ball of emotions. Depression, anger, fear, tired, anything you could name she pretty much was. Half the time she could hardly even understand why. Eyes snapped open and golden hues traveled to the red and black male. His pelt was so vibrant it was crazy! Then again his presence shocked her and caused her to jump backwards. Now she was a mixture of surprised and defensive. Her nose crinkled as she got a good whiff of him. He smelled like that other Seracian boy. Maverick was his name. Come to think of it, he looked a lot like him too. It was kind of odd. Were they siblings? Forcing the defensive side of her to remain relaxed she did nothing more but give him a wary look before sitting back down and examining him some more before becoming curious. Her head cocked sideways as she prepared to barrage him with loads of questions. "Who're you?" She asked in a non-demanding way. She was merely curious and she wanted to know why he was staring. She knew her reddish-brown markings contrasted oddly against her pristine white fur, but she was no more odd looking than him. Or was he staring at her because she'd been talking to no one that would be obvious to him? After all not many wolves had voices in their heads. Did they? "Speech" "He speaks" |