Post by Rogue on Nov 4, 2005 8:14:21 GMT
Her inquisitive eyes never left his as he thought and spoke. Her ears shifted left, backward and right every now and then, picking up the shuffling of leaves somewhere, then the flight of an owl, and somewhere distant, the footsteps of some creature. Although her ears flickered constantly, she was not nervous, merely alert. These were the sounds of the night, and every sound always seemed so much sharper at night.
Although she would never admit it, Rogue also found the boy interesting, to some extent. He was someone who didn't know her, and someone who made an effort not to flinch at her words, or attack her verbally, or pester her physically. He showed respect, and gratitude at having her for company, without even saying this.
He raised an eyebrow at her question, and she lulled her eyes to blink peacefully, urging him to continue talking. His second guess was clever, and well put to the lycaness. He deserved a smile for placing it up for conversation, but of course in her form, she wouldn't grace him with one. Perhaps only inwardly.
She was about to question whether he in fact valued death over immortality, and she would have followed that with a description of how it felt to be immortal, hoping to enlighten him in that face that he was actually lucky, from her point of view. This never rose however, because he quickly delivered the same question back to her, making her turn her head to the side and lay her muzzle on her forepaws, watching the lake from the corner of her eyes.
I have never known any different. She began softly, not bothering to take the time to study herself at this moment. I do enjoy this though. She added even quieter, referring to herself in the form of a she-wolf. For that was her true form, and she was never completely at ease in her human form.
Although she would never admit it, Rogue also found the boy interesting, to some extent. He was someone who didn't know her, and someone who made an effort not to flinch at her words, or attack her verbally, or pester her physically. He showed respect, and gratitude at having her for company, without even saying this.
He raised an eyebrow at her question, and she lulled her eyes to blink peacefully, urging him to continue talking. His second guess was clever, and well put to the lycaness. He deserved a smile for placing it up for conversation, but of course in her form, she wouldn't grace him with one. Perhaps only inwardly.
She was about to question whether he in fact valued death over immortality, and she would have followed that with a description of how it felt to be immortal, hoping to enlighten him in that face that he was actually lucky, from her point of view. This never rose however, because he quickly delivered the same question back to her, making her turn her head to the side and lay her muzzle on her forepaws, watching the lake from the corner of her eyes.
I have never known any different. She began softly, not bothering to take the time to study herself at this moment. I do enjoy this though. She added even quieter, referring to herself in the form of a she-wolf. For that was her true form, and she was never completely at ease in her human form.