Long ago the mere thought of him would cause me to grow weakened. That was then and this was now. He did not exist to me but merely in my self-conscious and even then, I did not budge or flinch at his features. It used to hurt me, no more though. I shift slightly, a movement so small that it is unseen to the eye. An adjustment of my light weight to ease the strain on my left side. So slight, and then I am still once more. For a moment, I inhale, trying to place the scent that lingered before me earlier. Every few steps a tingling sensation would flood me and I knew, someone was following me. Never once did I falter in my movements, never once did I give away the fact that I knew. Here and now, I could feel the other drawing closer and closer though his scent dispersed. For a brief second, I wondered if it were him . There was a slight possibility he survived and followed me. Then I remember that sneaking behind me was not his way. The king of old had preferred to walk before me, letting me know just where I was ranked.

Movement, sound and then a shadow. I do not look, do not blink or turn. I merely wait and I am rewarded with a voice that is not his own. From my line of sight, I can see his large form sit down beside me, a few feet away wisely. It is obvious he is of the pack for he smells like many that have dwelled here. It is not a surprise when I can smell the female from my earlier meeting upon him as well. Her aroma is stronger than the others and my lips twitch at the thought of her seeing me even speaking to him. Personally, I held no anger towards the girl, nothing at her in a positive nor negative way. It was she who saw me as a challenge and I simply took the compliment in stride. I do not reply to him as he speaks, instead I finally turn my head, half way, to rest my haunted gaze upon him. My eyes slide along his form, taking note of the shapes and scars. He is a soldier and for that, I grant respect.

“C’leria” A slight nod and then I wait for there must be some reason for him following me. My ears remain flattened in that comfortable position. Many perceive it as a threat but few know that it is how I am. I watch his eyes, how they observe myself quickly. I hide the smirk that desires to rise from within at this. He is either taken by another or polite. My first guess is what I will go with. I am not one who fools around with the claimed and it is rare that I claim myself. I know who this male belongs to for her scent lingers all along him. My thoughts roar within, ideas launching yet my gaze remains stoic, revealing nothing.

More words come from him and I can’t help but tilt my head. It is such a small movement, a slight tilt, so small. It is there, my interest is peaked and it is not because of what he said but by how I took it. He just opened it up, the options that have been running through my mind. Whether or not he knows this, he may have just gotten himself into trouble. “You’re a soldier.” My low chords are beautifully blunt. It is not a question for I know by his mere stance. Once again my eyes graze along his body simply. There is nothing within them but they look. “I am as well. Tell me, who are our enemies?” A strange question but one I ask many. It is a trick question really, something that few have truly been able to answer. It is possible that he may answer to my disappointment but then again, there are no wrong answers.

I wait for his reply, for him to take my words any way he wishes.

[ 6 summers ][ female ][ loner ] [ played by SuniiDii ]