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Marisol's graceful figure stood by the riverbank, her posture relaxed yet attentive. As the stranger wolves approached, her sharp, calculating eyes observed them, taking in every detail of their actions. She was no stranger to such encounters, having navigated the wilderness with a flair for intrigue and mind-games. Her lips curved into an elegant smile, but behind that facade, her mind remained guarded, cautious of the intentions of these newcomers.
The softest-spoken young female yawned and shook her head, catching Marisol's attention. The young wolf's actions piqued her curiosity, and she watched intently as the stranger's gaze shifted from one family member to another, silently observing the dynamics between them.
As the wolves gathered closer to the river, Marisol noticed the young fae's eyes widen at the sight of the water, her thirst evident. The young wolf's wagging tail betrayed her excitement, but she seemed to catch herself, scolding her own enthusiasm. Marisol couldn't help but appreciate the display of restraint in the soft fae's demeanour -- 'well she's not half-brain dead like her siblings at least' Mari contemplated, watching her siblings show no means of masking a single thought that drifted into their skulls.
The young fae continued to surprise Mari, with her attempt at politeness, saying 'Hello,' didn't escape Marisol's notice. A glimmer of amusement flickered in her eyes, a sign that she enjoyed the unexpected boldness of the young wolf.
Marisol's responses were refined, her tone masking her true thoughts. She reciprocated the young white wolf's greeting with a nod, acknowledging the respectful gesture. "Well, well, what have we here?" Marisol replied, her voice lilting with charm. "You certainly know how to make an entrance. I heard you lot coming from a mile off" She lied, not wanting to betray her surprise at their sudden appearance. Her teasing tone was a reflection of the delight she took in these encounters. In her mind, she couldn't help but wonder about the intentions of this new family, analysing their interactions with one another and with her own family. Her guard was up, as it often was when encountering strangers, but her exterior remained poised and welcoming.
As Mari let her gaze flicker from the young soft-spoken fae to the older white wolf, who appeared very cautious of herself. She decided it best to attempt to sweeten the older wolf. She didn't want another fight on her hands. "Oh, don't mind me," Marisol continued, leaning in slightly. "I'm just a mere traveller, but I do so enjoy meeting interesting souls along the way." Her words hung in the air, the subtle invitation for more conversation ever-present.
Marisol's usual delight in mind games was evident in her every move, her graceful demeanour and enigmatic charm pulling the threads of curiosity tighter around the small family of stranger wolves. She knew how to keep them engaged, how to draw them in further.
The softest-spoken young female yawned and shook her head, catching Marisol's attention. The young wolf's actions piqued her curiosity, and she watched intently as the stranger's gaze shifted from one family member to another, silently observing the dynamics between them.
As the wolves gathered closer to the river, Marisol noticed the young fae's eyes widen at the sight of the water, her thirst evident. The young wolf's wagging tail betrayed her excitement, but she seemed to catch herself, scolding her own enthusiasm. Marisol couldn't help but appreciate the display of restraint in the soft fae's demeanour -- 'well she's not half-brain dead like her siblings at least' Mari contemplated, watching her siblings show no means of masking a single thought that drifted into their skulls.
The young fae continued to surprise Mari, with her attempt at politeness, saying 'Hello,' didn't escape Marisol's notice. A glimmer of amusement flickered in her eyes, a sign that she enjoyed the unexpected boldness of the young wolf.
Marisol's responses were refined, her tone masking her true thoughts. She reciprocated the young white wolf's greeting with a nod, acknowledging the respectful gesture. "Well, well, what have we here?" Marisol replied, her voice lilting with charm. "You certainly know how to make an entrance. I heard you lot coming from a mile off" She lied, not wanting to betray her surprise at their sudden appearance. Her teasing tone was a reflection of the delight she took in these encounters. In her mind, she couldn't help but wonder about the intentions of this new family, analysing their interactions with one another and with her own family. Her guard was up, as it often was when encountering strangers, but her exterior remained poised and welcoming.
As Mari let her gaze flicker from the young soft-spoken fae to the older white wolf, who appeared very cautious of herself. She decided it best to attempt to sweeten the older wolf. She didn't want another fight on her hands. "Oh, don't mind me," Marisol continued, leaning in slightly. "I'm just a mere traveller, but I do so enjoy meeting interesting souls along the way." Her words hung in the air, the subtle invitation for more conversation ever-present.
Marisol's usual delight in mind games was evident in her every move, her graceful demeanour and enigmatic charm pulling the threads of curiosity tighter around the small family of stranger wolves. She knew how to keep them engaged, how to draw them in further.
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zxxxxxxxxxxxxzxxx ( position: loner ) . ( bio ) . ( location: between rabbit hollow & elk meadow ) . ( tags: blythe ) . ( pack: none )
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As the adrenaline-fueled chaos unfolded before him, Lorcan couldn't help but feel a mixture of astonishment and concern as the stranger fearlessly threw herself into the fray. Despite his initial hesitation, he couldn't deny the captivating spark of admiration that welled within him at her courage and determination. It was an unfamiliar feeling for him, this concern for someone else's well-being, and it left him slightly disoriented. The rumble of the she-wolf's snarl and the digging of her claws into the ground sent a clear message to the bear β she was not to be trifled with. He noticed her attempt to make herself appear larger, standing her ground with fierce defiance. The sight of her bravery momentarily drew his attention away from the fight, his thoughts caught in the riptide of unexpected emotions.
As the battle reached its tumultuous climax, the bear's desperate and final act of aggression took Lorcan by surprise. Despite his tenacious grip on the bear's arm, he was unable to avoid the powerful swipe of the creature's other paw. The blow struck him with crushing force, sending him hurtling through the air. Time seemed to slow as Lorcan felt his body twisting and tumbling uncontrollably. He could hear the rushing wind in his ears, and a sense of powerlessness washed over him. At that moment, he feared the worst, his mind flashing with memories of his harsh and solitary existence, wondering if this was to be his end...
But the she-wolf's protective instincts kicked in, even in the midst of her own struggle. He caught a glimpse of her leaping through the air, attempting to intervene, but he couldn't focus on her actions as his body crashed into the unforgiving ground with a jolt of pain. He winced, gritting his teeth to suppress a cry of agony. As he lay there, his vision blurred, he could hear a lupine's snarl and the sound of her snapping at the bear's back feet, driving it away.
With great effort, Lorcan forced himself to push through the pain, knowing that he could not. And would not appear weak. He struggled to his paws, his body protesting every movement, but he refused to yield to the pain. He had come this far, fighting side by side with the stranger, and he wouldn't let a second blow make him look weak in front of her.
With a gruelling huff, he managed to stagger over to her side, his gaze locking with hers. Voice, hoarse and strained, "You alright?" he asked, his hidden concern masked with a feigned nonchalance that had become his trademark. His own pain was momentarily forgotten as he checked on her well-being. Lorcan tried his best to maintain his tough exterior, even as he felt a mixture of surprise and confusion at the fae's words. Her kind and caring demeanour was something he hadn't expected from someone he had once considered a feather-brained thief. He resisted the urge to show vulnerability, attempting to brush off his injuries with a nonchalant grin.
"Oh, you know, just a few scratches and bruises," he replied, trying to downplay the pain that shot through his body with every movement. "Nothing I can't handle," he added attempting to lighten the mood with a hint of sarcasm. His go-to defence mechanism in the face of emotions he struggled to understand. "You'd think this bear would've had better manners. I mean, who slaps someone with their paw like that? So uncivilized." Despite his attempts at humour, Lorcan couldn't ignore the genuine warmth in her golden eyes, like pools of honey they appeared sweet and kind. Her offer to help him, to bring him back to her den and tend to his wounds, tugged at a part of him he had long kept buried. He was unaccustomed to being cared for or shown kindness, and he felt a swirl of conflicting emotions within him.
"Thanks, but I'll be fine," he said gruffly, avoiding direct eye contact. "I've had worse scrapes than this before."
The truth was, Lorc wasn't used to accepting help from anyone. He had always been forced to rely on his own strength and resilience, viewing vulnerability as a weakness. And the feelings he felt as he thought about her were something he wasn't quite ready to confront. ---- "I appreciate the offer, really," he added, attempting to convey gratitude without revealing too much. "But I'm more concerned about that deer. You should go enjoy your well-deserved meal. I'll be just fine on my own."
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As the battle reached its tumultuous climax, the bear's desperate and final act of aggression took Lorcan by surprise. Despite his tenacious grip on the bear's arm, he was unable to avoid the powerful swipe of the creature's other paw. The blow struck him with crushing force, sending him hurtling through the air. Time seemed to slow as Lorcan felt his body twisting and tumbling uncontrollably. He could hear the rushing wind in his ears, and a sense of powerlessness washed over him. At that moment, he feared the worst, his mind flashing with memories of his harsh and solitary existence, wondering if this was to be his end...
But the she-wolf's protective instincts kicked in, even in the midst of her own struggle. He caught a glimpse of her leaping through the air, attempting to intervene, but he couldn't focus on her actions as his body crashed into the unforgiving ground with a jolt of pain. He winced, gritting his teeth to suppress a cry of agony. As he lay there, his vision blurred, he could hear a lupine's snarl and the sound of her snapping at the bear's back feet, driving it away.
With great effort, Lorcan forced himself to push through the pain, knowing that he could not. And would not appear weak. He struggled to his paws, his body protesting every movement, but he refused to yield to the pain. He had come this far, fighting side by side with the stranger, and he wouldn't let a second blow make him look weak in front of her.
With a gruelling huff, he managed to stagger over to her side, his gaze locking with hers. Voice, hoarse and strained, "You alright?" he asked, his hidden concern masked with a feigned nonchalance that had become his trademark. His own pain was momentarily forgotten as he checked on her well-being. Lorcan tried his best to maintain his tough exterior, even as he felt a mixture of surprise and confusion at the fae's words. Her kind and caring demeanour was something he hadn't expected from someone he had once considered a feather-brained thief. He resisted the urge to show vulnerability, attempting to brush off his injuries with a nonchalant grin.
"Oh, you know, just a few scratches and bruises," he replied, trying to downplay the pain that shot through his body with every movement. "Nothing I can't handle," he added attempting to lighten the mood with a hint of sarcasm. His go-to defence mechanism in the face of emotions he struggled to understand. "You'd think this bear would've had better manners. I mean, who slaps someone with their paw like that? So uncivilized." Despite his attempts at humour, Lorcan couldn't ignore the genuine warmth in her golden eyes, like pools of honey they appeared sweet and kind. Her offer to help him, to bring him back to her den and tend to his wounds, tugged at a part of him he had long kept buried. He was unaccustomed to being cared for or shown kindness, and he felt a swirl of conflicting emotions within him.
"Thanks, but I'll be fine," he said gruffly, avoiding direct eye contact. "I've had worse scrapes than this before."
The truth was, Lorc wasn't used to accepting help from anyone. He had always been forced to rely on his own strength and resilience, viewing vulnerability as a weakness. And the feelings he felt as he thought about her were something he wasn't quite ready to confront. ---- "I appreciate the offer, really," he added, attempting to convey gratitude without revealing too much. "But I'm more concerned about that deer. You should go enjoy your well-deserved meal. I'll be just fine on my own."
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