Malleah


Six - Loner - Unattached

"'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

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Acceptance. It is what everyone craves, or at least those of sane and sound minds. Malleah is sane and sound and isn't that what she strives for in her travels and seductions? To be accepted and to survive. Being the runt in an already small litter meant she had to keep her guard up. One quick bite to the neck followed by a powerful jerk and her tiny little neck would snap like a limb on the tree. The male must be strong for he carries the log without complaint, his jaws used to the weight, and she imagines, for a moment, those jaws closing around her neck and finishing her off. It is a sad side effect to her disadvantage, always imagining scenes of death in which she cannot escape, in which her sly words and feminine looks would not assuage the situation. Solitaire seems unaffected by her presence - he does not flirt, he does not strive for her attentions, and in a way it is off-putting as much as it is easing.

She was self confident when it came to her beauty for her small figure afforded her a sort of wispy vibe that many males seemed to find attractive. After all it made them feel more manly as they could protect and take care of her. It was a card she usually banked on with her simpering smiles and fluttering eyes. She had that down pat but she figured, in this situation, that it wouldn't be acceptable. In fact she was almost certain that by doing such this boy would take off as quick as he could high tail it or grow overly embarrassed. He doesn't even look at her when she glances at him but he does smile when she jokes about rabies and she smiles back at him as he begins to inspect her wound. "Wonderful. I hear rabies is not the thing to catch these days." Her voice is jesting and followed by a throaty laugh that echos in the cave.

Infected - well wasn't that her luck. Now her smile dips into a frown, somewhat worried about his meanings because what if she couldn't find these plants? Well, she would have ot figure it out since he didn't have them on him. She blinks and glances at his moss covered log. "Oh, well. I think I can find some once I've rested. What about that moss? What do you use that for?" Honestly, she probably should have learned a bit of healing with her vagabond days but it just wasn't important when she was healthy and whole. She sits now, curling her tail around her wounded leg.