I only perk my ears more at his quiet growl. I am unsure if it was a growl at all really, with my hearing who knows. I am not too phased by it though, I know what it may mean but I lack proper fear. I notice his tension, that curl in the muscles and slight jerky movements. I know his tension is from my approach, but he has not reason to be tense. I do not wish harm no to steal, as the black girl died right before, the air of this world no longer flowing freely in her body. She is dead and I wonder if I should wish those who I desire parts of dead more often. Maybe boys like this will come and kill them for me, and then I can harvest their parts. That is what I am hoping anyway, I can hope all I want and wish, but I have a feeling it won't go my way. A shame.
I get a better look at him now, and he is more complicated looking than I first assumed. I look over his pelt curiously, my golden gaze taking in every intricacy that I could in that short moment. I am drawn to his eyes though. it seems eyes are my current interest, as my interests come and go. Sometimes I search for particular things to add to my collection, but I have a feeling eyes will be a constant thing, due to their short lived nature. This boy's eyes, they were mis-matched, just as I have always wanted. His are red, red like blood, red like dark flowers, red like meat on bones. The light dribbling from the canopy above reflects in his eyes, and they seem to glow, and I can only be enraptured by it. I like his eyes. I will want them when he dies.
The boy tilts his head and I tilt mine again in reaction. He has not threatened me yet as I sit near the bushes and small flora dotting the ground. My own golden eyes, they did not shine like other golden eyes did, for mine are hazed with a blue. This haze, it makes them a bit more dull, a bit more dead than the typical eyes, a bit more mysterious. I move these eyes from his to the black girl again. I can feel my body, excited on the inside but still so calm on the outside. He speaks and I listen as I stare at the dead girl, who just moments ago I was stalking in the rocks. What will I do for them? That was an odd question. No one had ever asked me that before.
My gaze fell back to my paws, tilting my head one side to the other. I begin to move one paw around in the dirt and grass, as I contemplated. What did I have to offer? I had a stash of dead things. I can track well with my nose. I can hunt small things. I can do strange things that other wolves do to each other, nuzzles and licks, grooming and play though I don't really do so myself. I hear that females can make puppies with males. I guess I have more to offer than I realize. My contemplative look still remains as I play with the ground, and after a moment my face rises, eyes engaging his and blinking a few times.
"I am not sure what you want. I can smell, I can sniff for you. I can show you my collection, and you can have...certain things. I am a female, I can make puppies for you, that is what I have been told," I say, my voice determined, naturally a bit feminine but I am not the kind of girl that works on it, I don't try to make my voice anything other than what it was. I also offer myself for making puppies, if I can use that to get what I want, then so be it. I do know that I may not be ready to make puppies quite yet, I am three winters old, I have one more winter until I can make them, but I am sure I will be alive then, and if it gets me eyes...
"What is it that you want me to do?" I ask, tilting my head to the side once more, paws aligns with each other as I stop messing with the ground. My head is a bit forward, a bit low as I still stare and examine, yes some find it creepy, how I act crow like, but I cannot help it, it is just the most logical way for me to be.
Three Years - Loved by None - Protected by None |