The female continues to watch me so I study her soft brown eyes, liking the way the moonlight touches them, making them shimmer. It's an odd thing to be interested in while I'm on the border of such a aggressive minded pack, yet I can't help but find my interest peaked. She is an interesting sort, her body language not at all shy or withdrawn like most females I come across. Even Paranoia when she was alpha had a part of herself that she liked to hide from plain view. Jaylah hides as much of herself as she can at any possible moment.
While we're talking, I watch her, a small smirk tugging at my lips, watching her look around with awe. She seems to enjoy the night air and maybe that's what pulled her to the border of Munashii Gekko. I glance over the border myself, golden eyes showing longing for what once was. I miss my sanctuary, but I know that while under the rule of Eric and his minions of blood and darkness, I will never fit in. And I won't let myself become someone's guard dog, as he's taking in other wolves to do. I study the female before me, again wondering how much she really knows about this pack. I don't think her foolish for her decision to come here, I just wonder if she didn't quite see the whole picture. After all, I'm sure Eric doesn't parade around advertising his pack of vampire wolves, as they like to call themselves.
Maybe she just thought they like the nighttime, which is no lie, of course. I know as I sit here that she's constantly studying me herself, making little notes of the many scars that caress my sturdy frame and probably making up some story about how I got them. I'm sure she's wondering what I'm doing roaming the outskirts of a pack I don't believe in also. The wonder I see revealed back to me in her captivating eyes is another reason to keep myself interested, or so I tell myself. I wonder about her, as well. I can only guess at what really brought her here or how long she's been in Blossom. I can't guess at her family or if she knows anyone around here.
She glances off and I wait patiently, knowing that I can stay here all day talking to her. Finally, she looks back up and asks me a question. I give her a smile, a little surprised at her openness yet I shouldn't have expected anything less. She has been quite forward from the beginning of our conversation, after all. Letting a soft sigh drip from my muzzle, I take my time answering to make sure she understands. I come from within that border, yet it has been some time since my paws ever touched the once pure soil of Munashii Gekko. I was a faithful warrior for the former alpha, Paranoia, and I found my path going elsewhere once the new alpha, Eric, took over. They believe in the power of blood and destruction, calling themselves vampire wolves and taking in others to guard them while they sleep away the beauty of the day. I cannot let myself drop to that level yet I cannot think of anywhere else I belong, so instead I feel stuck right here to the outskirts of the land I love, unable to leave, yet unable to live within its boundaries.
I glance at her with open gold eyes, hoping that I at least answered some of her questions. She will know that I've been basically patrolling the outskirts of Munashii since I left and that leaves me open to studying the wolves within. I have gotten my share taste of seeing what they're like and I don't approve. My smile tightens as she looks down, not meeting my eyes and I quirk a brow, wondering why. Is she still forming an opinion on me, of whether I'm trustworthy or just a trickster? Or does she feel that she owes me some sort of respect for what I've obviously been through with the evidence of scars I hold? I feel like I deserve no respect, not with the lives I've taken myself. I glance back over the border and sigh, a sigh of defeat. I don't belong with them, yet there was a time when I would have fit in just right.
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