Over the years I had heard many things of imprints. Some fall in love and get really close, while others remain distant. The male always feel the draw to the female but the female may not. I have pondered the things I have heard and been taught, but honestly it did not concern me much. I had no interest in finding if I had an imprint, and honestly it sounds...weird. Almost creepy of sorts. I didnít have much experience around imprints anyway, so it never really mattered to me. My parents were not imprints, and I saw no need for it in my life. I had grown rather independent with my adulthood, and I think I have done a pretty darn good job with myself.
I was enjoying the sights and sounds of the storm in the distance in this darkness when I felt the presence of another. My black ears twisted and my head turned with it. I see a dark figure now coming towards me, looming over me like shadow wanting to stick to my frame. As he I lift myself quickly, turning to face him with a slight ruffle of my scruff. I see now that he is younger than me, but his age does not matter so much other than that I bear over him now. His words make my eyes furrow. I did not like the words he says, and I did not like his...aura, the tone of him either.
Ē The hell, I am not yours, I am not anybodyís,Ē I say firmly, my eyes of green and blue locking to where his eyes should be. They are dark in this darkened world, almost like pits if it not for a silver sheen with the light of the storm in the distance. Something about him make me uncomfortable. No one has ever just randomly claimed me as their before. Iíd say I am a rather friendly gal, and most things do not get under my skin. Maybe he is just being weird.
ĒMaybe you are mistaking me as someone else, eh?Ē I say with a slight lift of my head. My tail is lifted instinctually in reaction to his approach. Thunder cracks over and over now. It is loud and foreboding. My black ears twitch in reaction, but my eyes do not leave him. I know it is rude to hold direct eye contact for so long, but I feel like...I have to, that I cannot turn my back on him carelessly. I get an odd feeling here, and it is akin to the lightning that surrounds us...but I cannot identify that it is.
Maybe I donít want to identify what this is.
So I stand now, perhaps a bit defiant, the lightning storm illuminating behind me with my wide set stance. My head was lowered only slightly to protect my throat, my white mo-hawk visible with my ears now pressed forward. My nails dig into the rock, and I being to realize how tense I really am I this moment.