Scars Across My Face [Evelette]
04-18-2013, 10:36 AM
Life was a fickle thing, it seemed that a moment could pass by as the fastest thing in ones life or it could drag on in a torturous eternity. Life was also complicated. Emotions, hurting someone?s feelings. Yes, life was simpler if one viewed it rationally, and ignored all the emotional bullshit, well, life was easier. Coarse, yes, but easier. The massive brute hadn't had the easiest lot in life, and the scars that covered his massive frame gave life to that evidence. He had lived in many different lands, but the one that he had most recently stumbled upon was perhaps one of the most beautiful, and one of the most diverse.
He was searching for a new home, somewhere that hadn't been ripped apart by war preferably, yet somewhere that he could still be useful. He knew nothing of these lands so far, and had avoided any and all encounters with other wolves. The longer he spent here, he gradually relaxed, and accepted that as long as he stayed out of marked territory, perhaps the wolves would be peaceful here. His muscles remained tense, and he?d freeze at the sound of anything out of place in the forest life. War had done severe and irreparable damage to his ability to trust and his ability to relax.
At the moment, the middle-aged wolf was walking slowly across the land, till he found himself at the bank for a small stream. He lowered his head, and took a good long drink before looking up and around him. The lands were beautiful here, and they had promise to be a good home for wolves. He padded away from the stream, working his way steadily around the banks of the streams. A rough breeze ripped through his fur, and he titled his head as he scented the air. Someone was here.
He was searching for a new home, somewhere that hadn't been ripped apart by war preferably, yet somewhere that he could still be useful. He knew nothing of these lands so far, and had avoided any and all encounters with other wolves. The longer he spent here, he gradually relaxed, and accepted that as long as he stayed out of marked territory, perhaps the wolves would be peaceful here. His muscles remained tense, and he?d freeze at the sound of anything out of place in the forest life. War had done severe and irreparable damage to his ability to trust and his ability to relax.
At the moment, the middle-aged wolf was walking slowly across the land, till he found himself at the bank for a small stream. He lowered his head, and took a good long drink before looking up and around him. The lands were beautiful here, and they had promise to be a good home for wolves. He padded away from the stream, working his way steadily around the banks of the streams. A rough breeze ripped through his fur, and he titled his head as he scented the air. Someone was here.
04-18-2013, 11:13 AM
Evelette had never been a creature of war and combat. Arkhein had trained her to kill and hunt down a foe, several times larger than herself if such a thing were necessary but that did not mean she utilized these skills for sport. She was a guardian, she protected her home and those within it, but she wasn't a violent creature. Never had been, never would be. She sat on her haunches, simply to be more comfortable and to prove she was not here to start an unnecessary folly. Resting put one at a disadvantage, a took a few heartbeats, to arrange one's self in a fighting position. She found it released much tension in groups of unfamiliar wolves. She had always been good at reading people.
A soft laugh fell from her maw at the teasing words, glittering sapphires gleaming with amusement at his clever tongue. She was not so easily won, her heart had been shattered so many times she was leery of any relationship, but a few innocent flirtations never hurt anyone now did they? "Flatterer." She threw him the compliment with a smile. His next words caused the smile to grow and she rose elegantly to her feet. Body posture loose and languid, no tension residing on her maw. She paced forward carefully to a more respectable distance. If they were to be hunting partners she might as well get to know her companion a touch better. "Trespassing to meet the likes of me such a felony is not worth my company I assure you." Bemused she dipped her head, bowing slightly. "I would be honored to have your company upon a hunt... shall we strive for the buck?"
She pulled her head, motioning for him to walk with her and she fell into an easy gait, nose to the ground still tracking the herd. her scent had blended nicely with that of Valhalla and while she had not made an abundance of friends within its confines she made well enough for herself. They fell into an easy step aside one another. Her audits swiveling as he complimented her once more. She was leery of his compliments, not wishing to take them seriously. She had no desire to be ripped apart again.
"Adonis..." She tested the name upon her tongue, rolling it, tasting it. It was unique, different, she liked the flavor. After a moment's pause, she answered. "If you will stop calling me Miss... I will gladly give you my name. Evelette. Although most call me Eve, I respond to most derivatives of my name." She smiled softly, tail swinging languidly from side to side. "Where are you from if you don't mind me asking?"
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