Dance, my little puppets,

Aut/2.2/02  

     Sound of pawsteps drew the focus of Näkki’s ears, then her metallic eyes. The female approaching, at first, struck Näkki possibly as a perfect candidate for Iromar, but then she saw the white eyeliner of her single eye. Disgusting. If red eye liner marked a wolf as a truth seeker, then white in turn was a wolf made to seek lies. Näkki’s eyes then turned to observe the fluidity of the female’s movements and conformation of her muscle. The smoothness of her gate told Näkki that she was in excellent shape. The stranger’s weight at her height gave her a bit more a powerful look compared to Näkki. That combined with the lean muscle and narrow chest hinted that agility, not power, was likely a strong suit. What usually was coupled with agility was speed.

     It was difficult combination to live with, but from her confident approach, it was clear to Näkki that she wasn’t concerned. Whether it meant she was foolish or had mastered her skillset was still to be determined. When she emerged from the grass onto the bank, Näkki glanced at her paws. White. Perhaps her blank toes marked her as a loose canon - a follower of no code. But then, if red marked a follower of demon code, maybe white was a follower of angels. Or maybe she unrelated entirely to the two? Maybe she had her own path. A follower of lies? How would that work? Näkki tilted her head in consideration, and then returned her eyes to the face of the younger female.

     Closer, Näkki observed the freshness of her scarred eye. It was a disadvantage, and while she didn’t seem bothered by it, Nakki could hardly imagine she’d be used to the blindness. After the few seconds of all the observations she’d made about the female, she listened with mild interest at the latin spoken. It used to be a sacred language. Now, it was being used to inquire information casually from her. Her mind coiled in disapproval, but her heart simmered with intrigue as well. Latin was spoken by two family groups (mostly) - hers and the angels.

     She glanced at the female’s paws again after observing a moment her white eye liner. Maybe a one who pretended to follow the lies of angels? One of Näkki’s brows arched.

“No.” She answered, giving the seeker a lie to find.

Then she stood. She snapped her teeth down on her left leg and tore through the flesh. She raised the leg and offered the blood to the stranger.

     “Are you a demon?”

     Näkki’s eyes gleamed as she watched for the reaction. Who was the strange female who found it proper to converse casually with a language so precious?

Näkki