You be sweet and I'll be grateful
Nerves hit her deep as she realized more and more wolves were finding contact with her on a social level. She couldn't keep up a facade for more than a few seconds and panic filled her. Social situations would never be her strong suit, her anxiety made sure of that one for her. It was a fine afternoon that had the timid and weak woman strolling through the northern reaches of the lands she now roamed. She prayed to the Gods she had lost faith in a long time ago for the Gods never gave justice to those whom deserved it and so desperately craved it. Her eyes stung as the vulnerable girl fought back tears of the memories that would forever haunt her.
Even when she was alone, Jezebel was terrified and scared of what might be lurking in the shadows. She closed her eyes as she walked along a path set out before her. Soon, she would have to decide if she was worth moving on and continuing. She started to sing in her soft alto voice the words that gave her some comfort in the world - the words taught to her by her one and only love now past. "Lillian, don't hang your head, love should make you feel good. In uniform you raised a man, who volunteered to stand." The words would fill her with sadness as she remembered her dear Charlie boy. She looked at the ground as she walked, a single tear falling to the ground and onto the snow. What had she done to deserve this life?
The sound of singing drew her in. It echoed off the ice and filled the air with a choir of ethereal voices. How could she not follow that to its source? It would be a shame not to investigate. Curiosity provided a spring to her step and Warja found herself weaving around the ice with growing anticipation. |
The enigma behind the life of Hecate would never be revealed to it's full extent but those song lyrics - the few that she could truly remember that was - told a good few months of her life before now. When she heard a wolf behind her compliment her she turned out of shock. Taking to her natural 'flight' instinct, she raced off away from the stranger as fast as she could. The voice had identified her a femme just like Jeze and the quick glance that Jezebel had gotten identified her as a dark wolf with a few strange markings on her face and neck.
Hec didn't dare turn around again for fear of what the wolf behind her would do in her presence or more of what would happen to her. She hadn't even had the time to comprehend the fact that the woman had complimented her before she had raced off away from the wolf. Hecate was by no means the fastest wolf, especially with her still injured shoulder.
The words were barely out of her mouth before the stranger took off. Dumbfounded, Warja stilled, frozen in place by her shock. Well that... was unexpected to say the least. Her ears flicked and her tail drooped. Did she stink or something? She shouldn't...but even if she had, they hadn't been close enough for foul body odors to curl the unknown's whiskers. |
The other woman did not follow her and that made her feel as if she was not in any immediate danger but she was still vulnerable. Her mind set to ease once she had put a decent distance between them but Hecate Jezebel could still see her. This fact actually relaxed her because she could watch the woman to see if the other woman would approach and confront of her. Hec hoped it would not come to that because the only option would be for her to run and she rather liked the point that she had been residing in. The mottled woman narrowed her eyes as she trembled. Her paws were the only part of her that would remain still. She gulped as she carefully watched the stalker.
"I'm your girl and you're my groom."