and I heard 'em say

nothings ever promised tomorrow today

Images begin to blur as her eyes begin to sting. What is this? This feeling that seems to expand within her breast until she could barely breathe. Heart thunders within her, eyes are rimmed with white, fear causing her blood to run thick yet hot at the same time. She cannot allow them to catch her, yet her fate bears down upon her. It nips upon her ankles, it breathes down her neck and for several moments she can literally feel the tresses around her neck move with the phantom breath. Jerking with fright she skids, sliding into the now empty space. Whipping around she attempts to face her threat, growls dripping from her mouth; growls that seemed foreign coming from her, growls that seemed to waver as if she were unsure.

Taking a few steps she eyes the one before her, the ivory knight who snarls back at her, whose eyes seem to be edged in darkness. Violet infernos seem to rage against her, to singe her soul as the orange tints leap to life. The corral hue seems to flicker with intent so strong, so deep that she falters, her breath dying within her throat as reality slams back into place. She is not of her homeland, she is free, yet freedom as of now is quite horrifying. Almost like someone flicked a switch she slinks within herself, unable to tear her own optics from the vision before her. Her verdant hues drink him in, the way his lips reveal saliva coated daggers, daggers that seem to shiver with the promise of retribution if she so much as took a step forward. Daggers that seemed to scream for her blood, to be coated in her very essence and yet she could only note how pearly they were, how clean and pointed as his tongue comes out to wipe the drool that must have pooled within his mouth. So focused was she on his maw she did not notice the way his banner raised to curl over his back. It wasn’t until he spoke that she was able to feast upon his alabaster pelt, noting the muscle it failed to hide. He was massive, handsome, and something to look at. His stance proclaimed that he was the epitome of the male sex, virile…dominate…and strong. The words swirled around her mind before darting her gaze toward who he spoke to for surely he would not waste words upon one so low as she. Mind brings forth words, words that had danced upon the air before she had nearly crashed into the behemoth before her. She had said heyel, so this must be his name.

”Heyel is you, yes?”

Her words are anxious, her fear lacing them as she speaks them, yet she is looking toward the earthen girl for confirmation. Surely she knew the mass of danger before them. Stares flickers back and forth between the enchanting maiden of earth, and the massive warrior of ice. Instinct whispers for her to tread lightly, yet as her earlier fear evaporates she becomes more relaxed. Her fur is calm and easy, her heart slowing…slightly, yet he wouldn’t hurt her right? He wouldn’t attack her unless provoked…right?!?! Yes she almost knocked him over but this was not the land of her birth…she did not lay paw upon his hide therefore he had no right to her blood as penance. Those thoughts gave her confidence as a small smile is born.

”Hello Earth Maiden and Heyel Noai. Pleasure to meet you both…”

Tail thumps upon the earth as she grins, her paws moving so that she was not so close to him, carrying her closer to the earth maiden. However, it is but a step or two in order to even them out, make them into a triangle of sorts. Her innocence of imprinting, or what the young pup meant to Heyel Noai putting her in danger’s way yet again.