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Ruieze Fields
Open fields and soft grass...
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I am Magnolia. She was submitting to the wolf before he ever saw her and if he so much as twitched too fast, she would have been on her back, showing him her stomach like a white flag of surrender before he could even blink. She was scared to death of most other wolves. You would think with her mother having been her abuser that she would be more scared of female wolves than male but Mags was equally scared of both, especially strangers. As odd was it was, Mags was only more terrified of one other thing...pups. The reason being, she feared more than anything that she would become like her mother and be the monster she always saw behind closed lids when she thought of her mother. She didn't want to be a monster and so she avoided pups like the plague. She watched the wolf raise his tail and her ears remained flat to her head, her gaze diverted so that he wouldn't dare think that she was challenging him. She was quivering like a leaf. He stared at her for a long time and for a moment, she had a horrifying thought that he might attack. His gaze was intense and she felt frozen in place. But then he turned as if to walk away and the idea of being alone was even more terrifying. She called out, asking for his help and he paused. Her quivering tripled, if that's even possible. What if she had made a mistake? What if he grew angry with her for speaking? Her mother used to want her silent all the time. Bandit was grinding his teeth. Diesel was steadfast. He would jump to Mags' rescue if he could, or at least yell for the wolf to stop if he got any funny ideas. The male turned around and she didn't know what to expect. That is, until he smirked. Her ears ficked back and forth in uncertainty, her brows furrowing. Why was he smirking? Bandit was smirking back. "WHOA, HOMBRE, WHAT YOU SMIRKING AT, EH? SEE SOMETHING YOU LIKE?" Diesel rolled his eyes. Mags continued to tremble. He called her name interesting, but even more interesting, he gave his own name. Matthias. Her eyes lit up when he offered to help, but the last three words had her pulling up short. A price? Diesel's brows furrowed in puzzlement as Bandit's temper flared. He hated to see someone play his own game. "WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE, A HANDOUT? YOU BARKING UP THE WRONG TREE, AMIGO. WE AIN'T GIVING YOU SQUAT, COMPRENDE?" Mags was feeling vulnerable though and it gave her temporary courage. "M-MAYBE WE SHOULD JUST HEAR HIM OUT..." Her voice ended in a dull mumble as she looked away, overcome with horror that she had actually spoke up to Bandit, something she never does. Bandit gave her one of those looks that made her blood run cold but before he could speak, Diesel stepped forward, training his fearless eyes on the male who called him Matthias. At his question, Bandit snorted. "HOW ABOUT NOT KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP? THAT SOUND GOOD? BASTARDO ESTUPIDOS." He glared the other wolf down, but Diesel cleared his throat. "DO YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS? WE ARE NEW TO THIS LAND. WHAT DO YOU REQUIRE?" Diesel was always rather straightforward. Mags was slowly regaining her composure. She stopped her quivering, at least knowing that this wolf did want something, but at least for now, it wasn't her blood. She blinked a few times. WHAT W-WOULD YOU ASK ME TO D-DO?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Confused? See my Info Page |