welcome to neverland
where the dreamers go to dream
Luxe hadn’t sensed the other she wolf at first, her thoughts jumbled together in one big mess. She couldn’t think clearly and her head hurt something fierce. Of course soon the scent drifted down wind and Luxe couldn’t help but momentarily freeze. She was no longer alone and that was a very big problem. Sure she had encountered a passive before, but there was no telling what this meeting could bring. The icy water did little to calm her nerves as she tried her hardest to focus on the river instead of where the scent was coming from. It did however quench the thirst that had been driving her all night long.
Suddenly a sharp tone shattered the silence around them and Luxe couldn’t help but pick her crown up, auds perking forward in awareness. Her orbs fell onto a mocha colored femme, tall and regal upon the small mound. She seemed only curious in Luxe as she slowly padded down the hill to the water’s edge. Luxe had yet to relax, her orbs wide with fear and anticipation. A part of her (a very deep part) was enraged that she was so completely terrified at anything then moved. Had she always been like this? Meek and mild and totally unable to stand up for herself? Or had it been the accident (as she had come to call it) that had made her this way? She hoped she would find strength one day, or at least that little part of her did.
The anger that had flared inside of her so rapidly had gone just as quickly, but it had left its mark and made Luxe more inclined to stay where she was instead of flee back into the brush. She lowers her head quickly, lapping up more water before she is fully satisfied and turns her attention back onto the fem. It wasn’t that Luxe wanted to be alone; she just didn’t know how to communicate what she wanted. Heck, she didn’t even know for sure what it is she wanted. Company? A home? A safe haven from things that go bump in the night?
“Hello there,” her voice is light and musical, peeked with curiosity as she moves to take a few steps closer. Automatically her head is lowered, auds flattening as her tail dusts the ground. Even looking at her when she wasn’t submitting it was plain to see she was no match in a fight. Her lithe body built for speed and stamina more than anything else. “I’m Luxe.”
LUXE ▸ 4 ▸ NO PACK ▸ NO MATE