Nobody ever comes this way, most never even get this deep into these parts. Nobody likes the much that would mess their coats or the way the earth was not solid beneath thei paws. I am used to this area because I frequented it often, and I'm light enough to ghost across it most of the time, though I indeed frequent it less and less these days, it seems the recent appearence and dissapearence of my mother might have caused this. No matter the scenario though I have no problems adapting. It's something I've always been an expert on. I mostly function the best when I'm on my lonesome, after all most everyone I've met seems to view me as a rather cold and heartless yearling, though I really don't care what they think. You don't survive just because others think the world of you, simply because you can't please everyone and someone's bound not to like you no matter what facade you play. Nobody could ever be perfect. Why even bother trying? My young toned body is still as I gaze at this strange female, silver depths of my eyes intense. Who was she to want to set her paws where nobody else would? Why does she not care for the quality of her coat? Black fur is not bristling at this intruder but lays flat, the lighter bluish gray mask on my face accenting the hue of my eyes, because for once I am baffled. I do not understand, and I hate it when I don't understand something. I need to know.
In truth I really had no interest in her catch. I always eat before coming to this place. You never know what diseases prey around here could hold, and in so I guess I am rather picky of prey for a lone wolf. I get the feeling she isn't particularly happy to see me, and neither was I particularly happy to see her, so we were both in the same boat, both on level ground. I was nearly flawlessly clean from the path I knew almost by heart, and she looked at least partially gunked up, though that fact bothers me not it's just an observation. I excel at observations, and yet I am not quite sure what to entirely make of her yet. The silver specks around my eyes were like caught water drops, or maybe stars or tears depending on one's mindset. When I look at my reflection in the water I merely see them as fleckings of silver, I don't need to label them anything fanciful or mysterious, I'm not that kind of wolf, and I don't plan to ever be. I remain with a calm and collected air as I watch her, and it wasn't long before she deigned to speak. My ears flickered backwards slightly. "I am merely curious. nobody comes back here. I was beginning to think everyone but I had forgotten it existed. That so bad?" My tones are soft but they have an underlying sharpness.
I am only tensed the slightest degree, just enough that my muscles hum beneath my black coat, just in case I needed to move. I'm not stupid enough to not think that a stranger wouldn't attack me, I don't have much faith in others. After all why should I when they have proved nothing, and I doubt anyone will ever make the effort to. WHy should they bother with a yearling after all? That's why I have adapted to who I am now, a yearling that is tough and could care less, someone who doesn't give out random acts of kindness and charity, after all I am selfish enough not to share what little I do have. I merely watch her, not caring that she devours her meal. I watch her as if a shadow, and shadows do not speak, and I tilt my head the slightest degree as she looks down at me, I merely hold her gaze. My calculating gaze mets her cold one, unbudging and not intimidated. Not hostile but not friendly. Silent. Watching.
N E Z U M I
; So long sentiment it doesn't matter now ;
With a thousand lies and a good disguise |