The youth were so rude these days. Not only did the wretched piece of flesh refuse to rise to her paws when they first met, she also promptly ignored him as she wolfed down the food. She did not even have the decency to fake modesty as she scarfed the carcasses down, barely stopping to breathe. It was a marvel that she did not choke on a bone and he was unashamed to say that he almost wished that she would. At least that would cause her to slow down and eat like she had some manners. It did not matter that when she did grace him with rising, it was upon legs so wobbly he almost thought her a newborn foal. Or when she had slowly met his eyes with her own vibrant blue tinged violet eyes, he almost wept with the absolute pitifulness of her. He supposed it was the abject innocence held within those startling depths that moved him, that held his tongue when little pieces of fur and blood splattered onto his paws as she ate…actually he did not want to know what it was about her. It was what it was.
Contempt fades from his eyes as she finishes her meal, sitting back on her rump within the evidence of her gluttony, her tongue dragging the last bits from her lips into her mouth. Hmmm, at least she did not leave the ruby there to stain…really what color was the imp? While she regales him with speech, he scans her with a critical eye, struggling to place the hue of her gown. She was just too filthy. He couldn’t stand it. She needed to groom. “When was the last time you groomed yourself Princess?” Settling on his own haunches he eyes her, not caring that she was a fallen princess. Royalty meant nothing to him as he had seen many types of wolves over the years. He had met wolves worthy of being royalty and he had met royalty worthy of dung. It was about character and skill, how one went about life, and about their legacy. What would others remember you by? Because frankly if no one remembered you then you were nothing and would fade away into the blank canvas of time. That was a fate worst than death. “How long have you been separated? Do you remember where you last saw him?” The haughty edge had steadily left his voice as he truly began to process her fate. In its place only, resignation. Funny. Since when did he care about the plight of filthy orphans? Today was a day of firsts it seemed. “Gone as in dead or gone as in running away from their failures?” Here he made a point to hold her gaze, a tender note hidden within his emerald optics. He sought to help her face facts, to perhaps grieve. And then finally find a resolve to be better and stronger than her circumstances. A task that may very well keep him near her for some time yet it could not be helped. He would help her.
“Sure you did!” As if to drive home his belief he even rolled his eyes at her. “I have never seen a wolf track whilst in an undignified heap of fur and filth.” He spears her with a knowing look before allowing his features to morph into a grin. He was enjoying the challenge that emanated from her eyes. She had some spark within her, and he briefly wonders what it would be like if it were tended into a raging inferno. “I am Amenadiel and I helped you because you looked like you needed to be helped.” A pause is given before he continues. “You are correct Princess, we loners do tend to look out for ourselves first. So how about you pay me back and hunt down a meal for us to share tomorrow? First lets find something to drink.” With that he rises to his paws and gives his fur a shake before leveling Idrisa with an expectant look. “Well come on, you can tell me all about it as we walk.”
Male ~ 7 ~ None so blessed ~ None so cursed ~ No fruit of his loins ~ Of Everywhere