Malleah


Six - Loner - Unattached

"'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

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In a way she wants him to follow her, why else would she touch him so? These arrant beasts had decided to take over her little part of the cavern system (and really! as if there was not more space within elsewhere!) and there was nothing they could do about it so Malleah took the high road. All these wolves.. well, to start a fight here might lead to death. Too many teeth, too many bodies, and too many split minds. Some watched on with creepy gazes as if this scene was entertaining to them and maybe it was. Maybe THEY never knew what it was like to have their home ripped out from under them. Yet the large black male spins with her and is hot at her heels; she can practically feel his breath on her haunches and her skin tightens in response, but it is not one of dislike. No, she rather likes feeling his bulk moving behind her, striding like an enlarged shadow so that even with her diminutive size this male makes others bow out of their way.

His voice slides into her ears like the sweetest sound and her auds face back to catch each syllable that caresses the air. Carnifex had his own set of vocals, that was for sure, and her lips curled into a pleased smile at his attentions. If anything could sooth her wounded pride it was the attention of one such as him; large, powerful, dominating. As long as he didn't have some sick game in mind like trying to eat her. Malleah would be gone in a flash if he bares those fangs in her direction. "I'm sure there is, but I quite liked my space," she pouts, turning her face back to him with down turned lips and wide sloe eyes.

That handsome head of his tips to the side and she follows easily, her steps measured to preen herself before him, to stretch her svelte figure in a coy manner that is pleasing to his eye. "Ah, a gentleman you are, I see," she compliments when he waits for her to go before him, her eyes flashing slyly in his direction before she presses through swiftly. This might be a good thing, she thinks as she eyes him entering. Just the kind of male she has been looking for and with the right amount of sweet talking maybe things would look up for her then.

"Much better," she commends, shaking her head and fur fluffing up for a moment before it settles back down and she presses her slim hips into the ground while lifting one paw nonchalantly to clean the top of her paw. "I am Malleah. What would a handsome fellow like yourself be called?"