Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 18:29:12 GMT -5
Her cloudy expression contorted as he regarded her with derision, but she found it a challenge to describe the image he sought – how they looked, how they killed. Still staring off blankly into the night, the female shook her head slowly. ”Their strength is different. They walk on their hind legs, and they carry their weapons in their paws, which hardly look like paws at all. No claws, no fangs – and their young can do as much harm as the grown ones. They have no fur covering their body,” she remarked, and her expression plainly demonstrated her revulsion for the creatures.
Datura suspected that her newfound companion would not believe her assertions – and if humans were not lurking on the island, did it matter whether or not he knew such cruel beings did exist? If he never saw a human with his own discerning blue eyes, then he was fortunate. He had no idea how lucky he was to be a native of Anikira. This place was a damned paradise in comparison to the mainland. Humans were beyond description, it seemed, and an entirely unbelievable species to one who had never witnessed the two-legged animals. The still-fresh memories of being chased into the angry sea caused the muscle beneath her pelt to tense. ”If you have never seen them, then...” Her sentence tapered off into nothingness. The implication was too much for Datura to endure: No humans...
The sharp sting, the enduring suffering he had caused her brought Datura back to her senses, the raw pain jerking the female back to the present. The intensity and emotion faded from her visage, replaced with an impassive stare into the dark, distant forest. She needed reassurance. She had to believe that her past would not repeat itself here, that the humans would not chase her incessantly until the day of her death, if only she stayed at Goliath’s side. All of the packs and loners of Anikira scarcely frightened her. The lingering sense of danger inspired by people intimidated Datura more than even the fiercest, most bloodthirsty pack could. Her wary eyes focused upon the brute once again. She inched closer to him, slowly. No longer did the fae desire to flee.
Her gaze wandered to Goliath’s muzzle. His thin black lips were turned up in a snide smirk. His snout, like the rest of the brute, seemed impossibly big, but perfectly in proportion to the rest of his hulking physique. Cream fur covered his strong jaws, where Datura’s eyes strayed, and her focus remained fixed there. His jaws were powerful, something she herself had already experienced that night, and certainly an experience she did not wish to repeat. It was infeasible for her to imagine that even larger beasts roamed the island.
No – Goliath was by far the largest wolf she had ever known. There was a part of Datura that still loathed the brute for what he intended to do. Her freedom was gone, but the exchange for continual protection held its promise. Her eyes dropped to appraise the male’s size with renewed interest, exploring his strong shoulders, his immense barrel chest. His robust build was discernable proof that he would make a formidable foe and an adept hunter. All the while, the puncture wounds decorating her nape felt raw, smarting in the cool evening air. Uncertainty stopped Datura from coming any closer to her conquerer.
She would not forget this night.
The female’s attention returned to the other’s face, and for the first time, a hint of deference sparked in her visage. She was only beginning to understand what the brute was capable of. A frown tugged at the corners of her lips as she spoke, her voice barely audible, as if the words were strangled in her throat. ”Tell me,” she rasped, a wild look conspicuous in her wide eyes.
Datura suspected that her newfound companion would not believe her assertions – and if humans were not lurking on the island, did it matter whether or not he knew such cruel beings did exist? If he never saw a human with his own discerning blue eyes, then he was fortunate. He had no idea how lucky he was to be a native of Anikira. This place was a damned paradise in comparison to the mainland. Humans were beyond description, it seemed, and an entirely unbelievable species to one who had never witnessed the two-legged animals. The still-fresh memories of being chased into the angry sea caused the muscle beneath her pelt to tense. ”If you have never seen them, then...” Her sentence tapered off into nothingness. The implication was too much for Datura to endure: No humans...
The sharp sting, the enduring suffering he had caused her brought Datura back to her senses, the raw pain jerking the female back to the present. The intensity and emotion faded from her visage, replaced with an impassive stare into the dark, distant forest. She needed reassurance. She had to believe that her past would not repeat itself here, that the humans would not chase her incessantly until the day of her death, if only she stayed at Goliath’s side. All of the packs and loners of Anikira scarcely frightened her. The lingering sense of danger inspired by people intimidated Datura more than even the fiercest, most bloodthirsty pack could. Her wary eyes focused upon the brute once again. She inched closer to him, slowly. No longer did the fae desire to flee.
Her gaze wandered to Goliath’s muzzle. His thin black lips were turned up in a snide smirk. His snout, like the rest of the brute, seemed impossibly big, but perfectly in proportion to the rest of his hulking physique. Cream fur covered his strong jaws, where Datura’s eyes strayed, and her focus remained fixed there. His jaws were powerful, something she herself had already experienced that night, and certainly an experience she did not wish to repeat. It was infeasible for her to imagine that even larger beasts roamed the island.
No – Goliath was by far the largest wolf she had ever known. There was a part of Datura that still loathed the brute for what he intended to do. Her freedom was gone, but the exchange for continual protection held its promise. Her eyes dropped to appraise the male’s size with renewed interest, exploring his strong shoulders, his immense barrel chest. His robust build was discernable proof that he would make a formidable foe and an adept hunter. All the while, the puncture wounds decorating her nape felt raw, smarting in the cool evening air. Uncertainty stopped Datura from coming any closer to her conquerer.
She would not forget this night.
The female’s attention returned to the other’s face, and for the first time, a hint of deference sparked in her visage. She was only beginning to understand what the brute was capable of. A frown tugged at the corners of her lips as she spoke, her voice barely audible, as if the words were strangled in her throat. ”Tell me,” she rasped, a wild look conspicuous in her wide eyes.
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tag: @zenith
ooc: See, Goliath isn't the only unstable one around here ;D
tag: @zenith
ooc: See, Goliath isn't the only unstable one around here ;D