He tries to stand tall just as I do, and I know he is putting on some sort of facade. Are all boys like this? The boy I met at the falls was very much the same way, and yet he seemed a bit more natural. This boy...seemed to be hiding behind his confidence. I know that my own confidence is blaring, and perhaps that might not always be a good thing, but I am my mother's daughter. Vera is not one to back down, and I am not either. I may be a naturally thin and elegant creature, but I am a demoness who can read the stars- a combination that is not to be challenged...at least at night.
His words about how I would make the same noise are met with a snobby snort. I am not a pup to whimper and whine. I was taught the value of silence. I tend to let out...growls as opposed to yelps. I simply hold my head high in pride in the Iromar swamps that is my home. This is the term of my home, and I know that my kind are crawling everywhere. If this boy doesn't even known what a mushroom is, then he stands no chance here.
"I would never make such a noise as yours," I state snarkily, certainly not afraid to invade his space with my black and red fur mingling with his white hairs. I am not too used to...boys, as I am usually around my sister and mother. Father is very much a different breed than this boy. Father exudes a calm confidence, a cool sense of understanding of the universe. This boy? He just seems to bleed of young innocence...but I may look back at this time and realize that I was touched with the same curse.
Yet his logic was unfounded as he speaks, my lips twitching and nose wrinkling at such an-inaccurate accusation. His assumption that I wanted to be close to him because he was pretty and I liked him was simply preposterous. I was testing him, seeing what he would tolerate and obviously he was...very tolerant. He even dares to reach for my silken black ear, and I react before he reaches it, moving it out of sight and somehow, magically, gently returning the bite back muzzle to muzzle...the magical part was that I was gentle at all. Perhaps that is the influence of my dear Najira. It was enough to simply fight him off and get him away from my ear- but I did not let up my touch.
He is the one who torn away from my little experiment, and perhaps I had made him uncomfortable. I allowed a slight smirk to grace my fierce features, satisfied that I had won as he leaves to investigate another mushroom that was close. I do not follow closely, but only move to stay a good proper distance from him as he views the nearest mushroom. There are so many and they are all different types, he really had no idea the true variety of these most odd plants. He pokes and prods at it, and it really is amusing to watch him be so amazed. He speaks though, that he is from Diveen and my eyes do give a slight narrow at the thought. I had been told of Diveen and the Angels. Mother was a Demon, and I knew there was bad blood between the two. And yet, my Father was from Diveen, and he had told me many stories of Isola, Kane, Heyel, and so many others. It was...a conflicting feeling. I puff my chest out a bit, stepping around to face him once more still staying tall with my head high.
"My Father is from Diveen, Yojimbo. You know, he told me of how he convinced Heyel to lead his pack from Trenus before the great star fell. He can hear the stars, you know, and they told him, I can hear them too," I say proudly as he seems to grow disinterested in the plant once more, probably because what I said was totally more interesting. It was a simply fact, and an undeniable one at that. Father is not one to brag, but is a creature of truth. Yet Hyrule goes on about himself being king, and I find a smile cracking onto my face until I break out into a full laugh. Everything he said was completely ridiculous, he will never be such a thing as King!
Yet as I am laughing I see his own movements in a sudden manner. There is always this gut feeling when something moves suddenly that is close to you. It is not quite explainable, but some other part of me reacts without me even thinking. I push my own form a bit upwards as he lunges. Our bodies hit chest to chest, and I am knocked over by him. I am not at a complete loss here, as my my black paws wrap around him in a sort of awkward hug as his nose touches mine. I do not find that I yelp, but merely, yelp growl. there was certainly more growl than yelp, so growl yelp. It was undeniable. I don't allow him to get off so easily, snapping and tugging at a paw as he moves away hoping to make him trip as I roll over and onto my feet again, my brilliant blue eyes narrowing slightly at his antics. None of what just happened was painful, for the ground is soft with moss and really is a decent place to wrestle in. His teasing words make my ears twitch, but I can only smirk as I lift my head high once again, feminine though young figure stepping towards him.
"You are right, I will not be your guard, because I will be your Queen," I command, with the last slip of the word coming off my tongue, my form bursts forward in a charge, ready to give chase that I will surely win. My parents are both speedy creatures, with my mother being the fastest wolf I have ever seen. If I do get to him, I will not hesitate to snap at his ear, hopefully grasping it as my right paw attempts to wrap around his shoulder and pull him down into the Iromar moss.
"Bow down before your Queen!" I say, still demanding but perhaps a bit...light hearted. I mean, yes, he is trespassing, but can't a girl have a little fun before I chase him away for good?
Belhara