my blood is a flood of rubies

precious stones

sariel is not a judgemental woman. she knows that wolves are mysterious, dark creatures and she knows that there are some who are much darker than anyone could think. still, this fact does not bias her. a wolf is still a wolf and that much she knows. she’s blind and they are dark, but there is no separation between them, or any other wolf for that matter. but the laughter that sprawls from a man’s mouth sends cold tendrils of something down her spine. it’s not exactly fear but it’s nothing pleasant as far as she knows. her entire frame goes still, legs locking and jaw tensing. she’s pretty sure that her heart’s stopped at this point. the sound of his inhale has her ears flattened to her skull and she doesn’t realize that she’s been holding her breath until his words ring out and a sharp burst of laughter escapes her maw. ”a young male, most likely around 3.” she’s not paying enough attention to know what he sounds like at first, but she does pay attention to the tail end of his words.

and immediately wishes she hadn’t. his voice is smooth and rich and delightful to the ear that the shiver that rolls down her spine is for a completely different reason. his voice turns to a sneer, though, and she welcomes the change - much easier to focus so long as he doesn’t talk like that anymore. ”perhaps you knew of him?” well, sariel has never known how to let a sleeping snake lie - has always been one to push boundaries. today is no different, no matter how pretty this boy’s voice is. her words flow unfiltered by logic. ”no, no, but i think he might be the lover of the poor sheila down the way. how ever is she going to have a perfect little life now?” her words dripped sarcasm and then she pouted, shaking her head. ”oh dear me, my heart cries for her!” she laughed then and shook her head slightly.

she tilted her head towards him again, ears flicking slightly as to ‘keep an eye’ on him, so to speak. ”so, dear sir, personal preference or fallen on tough times?” she asks, taking a few steps until the ground beneath her feels less...squishy and then lowers to her haunches. she waits for his response with a soft, if not open, face. everyone has a story, even this boy, and she’s always open and eager to hear them. her lips curl upwards a touch and then she offers her title. ”i’m sariel, by the way.”

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