i know not of the pains that come with a lover. i, as well as anyone from my homeland, know of heartbreak. we have seen our home wrenched from our grasp by humans, who thankfully have not touched the earth here. but alas, i know little of the heartache that comes with having someone bound to your soul as a part of you. for i am a virgin in all senses; physically, emotionally, mentally. for lovers have never approached such a strange lass as myself. and for that i am glade, for i wish not to be tied to one for the rest of the life ahead of me; for while security might come, that’s just a might remember, i still have a independent streak and i wish not to have an male to be fighting my battles. i prefer to flee, thank you very much.[you go girl, flee your battles! xD]

and so i’m not expecting the eyes. they are different, this stare upon the back of my crown. they feel…awed? and so i cannot help but wonder as this being stares at me, so different from the usual judgement. this stare…it feels nice. for some reason i am beginning to get this fluttery feel in my stomach. i am however, a creature of nature and i twitch uneasily under the continuous[oh look at my big word!] gaze. my own dark stargazers finally start to stray from their firm look at my paws to notice another lupine, his dark stargazers focused on…me? i can feel the blush spread down my cheeks, my pulse quicken.

but if you remember, i am a creature of habit and cannot stop the startled bark/yelp/whatever the hell you wanna call it that escapes my maw as i start, hard enough to shake me from my skin i’d guess, and bound towards the left and closer to the treeline, and unfortunately closer to this staring male…like a startled deer. i frown delicately at my comparison. my large listeners twitch slightly from their position flattened with fear, swiveling upright and towards him, my heading tilting delicately. if he was, indeed, a maniac stalker, than i suppose it wouldn’t be half-bad. he is of my linage, not directly of course but so indirectly it wouldn’t be quite funny, and it showed, though the triangles under his luminaries were pretty…he was handsome and he had a few manners.

so crazy stalker should he be, he wouldn’t be so bad. or at least, i hope.. i know not of the gruesome beginning of what he did, heck what he did! nor did i know i just might become his next victim. but i was stunned into silence, creeping forward to catch the last of his words. he wants to know about me? my chocolate gazers widened and i step backwards, my body coiling like a spring.

“greetings Axel.” i whisper, my soprano so soft it might be whisked away by the wind. i hope not. “i’m pandora.” i manage to mumble out, staring down at my paws; half out of shyness and half out of insecurities that rain down upon my mind; he’s just taking pity on you. stupid girl, you think he’s interested in you! stop getting your hopes up, he doesn’t want you! i wince delicately, knowing that these thoughts are true.

he probably has a lover back at home, with pups perhaps. i take a risk and meet his eyes briefly, though i knew not that all of my insecure thoughts flash in the brief moment. i return my eyes to the earth, shivering as the wind races past me, ruffling my crimson coat and pushing his scent towards me. i almost smile; he smells like woods and frost and faintly of something metallic; he smells good…

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[sorry its so short!]




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