| Why am I so Dead Awake?Looking for answers why
It's so real, it's not fake
I stand still, watching as his body seems to slump before coming alive, my yellow eyes sparking with amusement as he whirls around, teeth bared and hackles raised as if he could stand a chance in a fight with me. My head tilts slightly, one ear twitching back a bit as he searches my face. I know what he looks for as I have done the very same stare to others in the past. A sign of attack, any muscle twitch to clue you in on what your foe will do next. I purposefully let my face twitch as if I am about to pounce at him, body angling toward him just a little, just enough so that it would possibly make him jump backwards, or better yet attack. There is a humor in my eyes, a mischievous spark to them that suggests I simply play. The new cuts on his face suggest a recent battle, and I am curious to know just how far he had to go to earn such scars. His pelt, like mine, is riddled with scars, old and new.
He speaks then, saying something smart about fires and living. Wise one, huh? I can handle anecdotes, I understand the proverb, and I tilt my head, wondering where the words came from. He asks me how I knew where to find him and my eyes point down, staring at a brilliant scarlet bead of blood on the ground between us. Well, you certainly don't make it difficult. All one has to do is follow the trail. I smile at him, yellow eyes watching him as we stand there, his gaze a bit unnerving now, but I am better trained than to let the disheveled look appear on my face. I am mildly concerned by the deep cuts on his face however, and I glance around, hopping to spot some sort of webbing I can use to staunch the bleeding. If he would let me that close to him. Let it be known, that even in my assassin's cloak, I am a rather kind-hearted wolf.
And why am I so dead awake
Please just one more time Natalyafemale♦thirteen♦bound to Devil May Cry♦tied to no wolf♦glorall |