The Rhythm of the World

The female waited for a long while, frozen in her stance of submission, tail tucking slightly tighter as he rejected her show of respect and slight fear, posture only feeling the need to further in its show at the fact that she had done something he'd deemed out of place.

?I have been searching for a place to call a home, Sir.? she answered cautiously, voice soft, resembling a timid mouse, ears pressed back with nervousness. The mention of the violence that tended to go on in this place only furthered the queasy feeling in her stomach, nauseous and worried about what she may have gotten herself in to.

Suddenly, ears perked as the darker male continued to speak, a tiny trickle of a laugh running from her mouth before she could stop it, shrinking back slightly at the foreign, unwilled noise. ?No, Sir. No. It is only me, I assure you.? she rushed to say, aware that her laughter may have seemed odd, out of place, but surely he had been joking? Why would he assume she had a husband, pups even? She had not seen many females, but those she had seen she viewed as far more desirable than herself. The idea of her having her own family was one she craved, but also one she couldn't help laughing at. It was a silly idea.

Her multi-colored eyes, speckled in hues of green and brown and yellow, flickered over to Marvel as he spoke, reminded then of the handsome pallid king's presence. Her heart jumped in her chest, catching a slightly upset look cross the man's face. Perhaps she'd gotten herself in the middle of a sticky situation? Certainly having two males here in a battleground would not bode well for any of them, though she wished for no such actions to occur. Still, the notion sent a slight shiver through the young woman, fur pressed flat to her skin, her size nearly seeming half that of these towering brutes before her.