the last daughter of the shadow-grin
female | eight | 38 inches | 100 pounds | no heart | no soul | gypsy loner
She likes the contact, relishes touch. It is in her nature to be casual with what normally other females might make a point to keep very much for themselves and mates, even if she was less casual with the fruitfulness of her womb. She settles in, sitting rather than standing, giving in to the determined nature of her new companion of this nighttime hour. It was an easy choice, determining that any company could be good company.
She does not miss the change in his demeanor, though she is quite aware that his mouth was not a device of speaking so much as rending and tearing. It is what makes this choice to stay easy. She already allowed him too close to try and push him off or reject him now, not without repercussions that would be more tiring than they were worth.
“Tell me.”
Her tidbits clearly unsatisfactory, he has demanded more story.
“Mountains, dense forest, bigger beasts than this land holds - and not at all different. Bears, only bears that could reach three wolves in height at the hump. Elk, but elk whose tines are long as our tails. They were real beasts, real hunts. The world was what you took, who you allowed to take from you, who you took from. It is a freer, kinder place, this Moladion.” She stops at the clip of his teeth against her skin, her short snarl and bite to his muzzle an appropriately timed and pressured retaliation for the liberty she would not allow.
She does not blame, does not live in the injury, she moves past it once her retaliation is made. She settles back into the touch, her teeth only having flashed with the snake-swift snap.
“Do you have fears, gypsy?” It is a good question.
“Fears are what we make them. I fear little because I know only the now. What fear is, is what we allow to dictate our actions. How can I fear if I am not facing it?” It is all she knows to say, she sighs, seeming to find comfort in the place beside, feeling his breath and subsequently pressing her own nose around and laying her head across him in return.
“And what is it that you fear that you would ask a stranger of her own?.”
