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03-04-2013, 06:27 PM
She had not expected the great horned beast that blocked her path. She had thought she was a fool for being so nervous about the crackling sounds of branches....but perhaps her unease had been well placed. Her pale eyes quickly took in his massive bay form, glittering with curiosity as they landed on the massive horn that sprouted from his skull. She lost herself for a moment, staring at the luminescent thing until his deep rumbling voice brought her back to the present. Tonka....the assassin? Who introduced themselves as an assassin? Was not an important part of the ‘job’ to be virtually unknown and invisible? But in all likelihood had he wanted to remain hidden from her he could have with ease......he was here making himself known to her for some reason. She pursed her lips, letting her gaze linger on his dark eyes for a moment before a reply whispered past her lips.
“I don’t know...”
It was a simple answer....and the truth, though she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to give it. She could have easily lied, said she was just passing through or looking for new members to join her herd.....But he would easily smell the lack of other scents on her hide, no... she had been alone far too long. But what alternative was there? To be ridiculed daily? That was worse than being lonesome. Her red tail swished against her legs, each strand slithering against the next to create a sound like shuffling leaves. She wanted to step back....he was uncomfortably close....but to show anything that could be construed as fear would be a mistake. Knowing that she had purposely withheld her own name a tiny smile curled on her lips.
“And yourself, assassin? Why are you here?”
“I don’t know...”
It was a simple answer....and the truth, though she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to give it. She could have easily lied, said she was just passing through or looking for new members to join her herd.....But he would easily smell the lack of other scents on her hide, no... she had been alone far too long. But what alternative was there? To be ridiculed daily? That was worse than being lonesome. Her red tail swished against her legs, each strand slithering against the next to create a sound like shuffling leaves. She wanted to step back....he was uncomfortably close....but to show anything that could be construed as fear would be a mistake. Knowing that she had purposely withheld her own name a tiny smile curled on her lips.
“And yourself, assassin? Why are you here?”
