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Posted on January 19, 2014 at 04:15:19 PM by Mistletoe
As he spoke she couldn’t help sigh in discontent, more so to the thought he felt lesser not being in control at the thought she even shook her head. She would have nudged his shoulder with her muzzle to share her unspoken thought but would not allow herself into his true space without his welcome even if it was simply to state it was untrue; that he was no lesser being when he was not in control and yet her eyes spoke it clearly as she gazed upon his features. As he narrows his eyes it does not affect her gaze. As his lips drew back in a sneer exposing his teeth she seemed almost sad of the distortion in his features but let it go as he spoke again. “Whoever said control was not flawed in most aspects? As for your point I agree, it should be worked for not handed down to ungrateful beings. Yet the pack can and will breed weak mindedness to future generations. Those who bow without with unquestionable obedience can be flawed in this, yet it counts for little when it comes down to each wolf. It is to my own opinion at any cost.” She had seen this self destruction occur but it depended on who was truly in control. Those of her parents controlled their own lives bowing to few and far between avoiding this destructive nature but everyone had their weakness in the end; even She.
She was more pleased than surprised by his statement on strength. “Is not every wolfs perception on strength different at least a little? Should you believe this as I; how is it are we to know the truth unveiled?” Yes, strength had its definition but what one could see in his perception of strength there are varied opinions and thoughts never quite matching each other and should they match it was few and far between. Her eyes were lifted to gaze at him trying to perceive what he was thinking his eyes even hinted at the fact he was expecting her comment, they seemed to be filled with more expression now and yet his face remained cold.
(OOC: I am not sure how big we are talking so presume she either mistimed her leap or it was just caught short :p)
As she fallow him up the incline she easily managed his pace, she viewed her surroundings. Her gaze shifts back to him as he leaps atop a quite large bolder and at this she allows herself to hesitate though only for a moment. She made her leap her forelimbs splayed short claws clinging to the top as her hind limbs scramble to give her the last bit she needed to force herself up her paw slipping once before she was upon the top the slip and endeavor only hurting her pride. She grumbled to herself slightly as a wolf was not made to climb but to leap it should have been effortless or to look as such at anyway. His speaking gave her hope he did not see her awful footwork yet she would not permit herself to care any longer. She fallowed his gaze and listened as he described it, it left little to her personal preferences as she took in its view.
As he spoke again she gazed to the south the mention of a swamp led her face to see the obvious displeasure, and as he continued to speak of them she found she did not expect to fit with the pack she was not fool enough to fight a fight without cause. For what is the reason one would desire such she knew not, it was a mockery of the art of battle it almost left a sorrowful discussed look of discontentment in her features but it quickly faded looking with he as he spoke yet again.
‘You shall always be welcome in the pack if you tell them I sent you.’ The words where as far as her mind was concerned; her companion smelt of a pack yet he lived not their? She supposed her questions detoured him of desiring to continue in her company as she had desired at the very least for a time. “You do not live there.” It was a statement not a question a statement she hid her disappointment in though her eyes would not lie so she closed them with a sigh as she let herself think.
She scrambled down from her place on the bolder more graceful than she had mounted it. “Would you still be willing to show me around?” She asked lightly, pleasantly allowing her gaze to meet his form but not his eyes. She rebuked herself mentally for feeling weak she was disgusted by it and yet it held her like bondage. It was her weakness. To be rejected by the ones she felt to be the more of a fit for her mindset than others, the ones she actually saw as a true companion. One who tended to understand her, she had already lost her family but she would not so easily lose her new companion. She would not force him in any manner but would leave at his request, she would not so willingly show him this weakness, she hoped if he had noticed he thought no less of her but what would it matter? It was merely the opinion of another and yet it did. She knew not why a wolf sought companionship a friend even when the results where apt to be a disappointment and yet her determinate could be seen as fool but she desired to have it so nonetheless.
She would entertain the thought of visiting this Taviora but did not allow it to be thought of as a potential home at this time. She waited to see what she would speak in the best interest of her pride she should apologize and take a new path but she would embrace her weakness to make it change from just that she could not be weak, she couldn’t allow herself to be used like the weak-minded souls she herself spoke of. She will use it to keep it close to her own family loss to be driven by it rather than be hurt. No, she shall be his companion a bit longer; she was not so easily defeated not even by her own emotions. “Speak of your home? I do not desire to stay, I would just like to know...” She pushed her tone to be a light one allowing herself once again to gaze into his eyes no longer caring if her eyes should speak to much she now desired it to be so. She knew not entirely why she so desired companionship from the wolf yet knew she did want him as such. His understandings of the things that went on about him spoke volumes to her and for this she was quite entertained and pleased is one would so boldly say happy. “If you will, take me to meet this companion of Taviora and I will consider a stay at the least.” She said surly no her home would never be bound to the wood of Taviora her home was only bound to her companions and heart nothing would be home yet every place of her paw-fall would be at least until she desired otherwise.
mistletoe - stat - stat
OOC: She will go to Taviora but as you can read it is mainly about sharing her weakness and her feeling abandoned by someone she sees as a companion and friend someone who in the short amount of time h as begun to care about. So, to say this simply she can and will go to Tavoria for the scheme of things but beware she has lost her family and want lose anyone willingly with her ever larger determination.
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- it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n January 28, 2014 at 11:38:55 AM
Am I A Blessing or A Curse - By Mistletoe January 28, 2014 at 05:03:37 PM
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