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Posted on April 10, 2013 at 06:10:56 PM by Latika
Twin audits swivel back at the approaching sound of Brutus. Her eyes fall onto the male before her body can turn to face him. Upon assessing his body language she did not feel the need to flee and hide her disheveled frame in the comfort of her den. While most females might smile or smirk at his goofy actions. Latika merely blinked his way, she still was unsure about males, all wolves really but since she had been brought to this pack lands her thoughts were slowly changing. This was a good thing, though she still could not figure out how to act, almost like teaching a new born pup. At his jubilant expressions the slow wave of her own tail was flowing back and forth behind her, the feelings that followed; that of happiness and such, was a bit rare. Those feelings were always welcomed of course but at what cost? The corners of her lips tugged upwards just a bit and her eyes danced down to the lifeless creature that lay limp on the ground. His words finally pushed her lips into a full grin, though her ears suddenly flipped back as if the whip was about to come after showing such emotion. Her shy demeanor made her a bit awkward, like a pup never growing up around other canine influences. It was all due to the fact that she had been broken down so much and then rebuilt in such a make shift way. When she finally found her voice she had to send a few small coughs up to clear her throat before she moved into stumbling over her words. "um, well- er- Thanks?" Her eyes shifted in a nervous fashion as she spoke, unsure what to say or do around the company of the opposite sex. She finds herself shifted her weight as her nostrils open up to capture what smells lingered around them. A few short moments passed before she gather up enough courage to open her mouth once more. "I uh, appreciate this." Her voice was awkward, like a new born fawn attempting to walk for the first time in it's short life. Latika knew how to have conversations with others, deep down there was the old girl who was full of life, happy go lucky, motherly and nurturing little girl. Underneath all the darkness and strife she was still there. Half of her brain pushed her to speak more, to be her old self that bought so many together. Yet the other half yielded her to be cautious, to speak only when spoken to and to not be disrespectful. Like the fight between the angel and devil on your shoulders, she was going through the same thing only more along the lines of her true self and the self she was made into. Grey Wolf ~ Homeless ~ Loved by no one ~ Soul guarded by Brutus ~ 4 Years ~ Brownie
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Replies:
- the dancing fool - By b r u t u s April 16, 2013 at 11:25:41 PM
This is what it sounds like when the doves cry - By Latika April 17, 2013 at 10:31:11 PM
the dancing fool - By b r u t u s April 25, 2013 at 03:25:34 AM
This is what it sounds like when the doves cry - By Latika April 28, 2013 at 04:26:05 PM
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