@lucius
Rydia lopped along the Mounties range in search of her last meal of the day. She had come far, all the way up north. She traveled by herself. She was used to being alone. All alone. But she liked it that was. Pack responsibilities were just not for her. She didn't have a clear reason why, she just felt that way. She stopped abruptly, catching the scent of a male nearby. She instantly became nervous. She was used to talking with other wolves. Face it, she was socialy awkward. Especialy around males. She walked along further, realizing that she couldn't avoid the company of this male. Headed the way she was. She walked faster, that soon turned into a run. She hoped to dart past male, not right into him, as she did.
Lucius woke startled, the feeling of falling still in his gut. His dream...he had fallen...had someone pushed him? It was already vague, the details fading back into the depths of his mind. Still, he frantically searched for a single clue on what his dream had been about, but nothing came to mind. He sighed bitterly, his dream was already lost, he had had no time to guess it's meaning.
He stood leisurely and stretched, before beginning to groom his pelt. He wasn't vain, just liked his pelt smooth and cared for. the sound of thundering paws made his hackles raise in alarm, and he leaped to his feet, electric blue eyes and stance alert. Suddenly, a figure stampeded out of the bush and toward him, but he quickly sidestepped, allowing her to barrel past him. His face furrowed in scorn.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He stalked toward her, eyes flashing as he towered over her. "Do you make it a habit to attack people at random?" He said incredulously. His eyes narrowed in anger, but no snarl of growl escaped him yet. Let her try to explain herself, for the roman did not care to shed blood today, so early in the morning.
Morgana skidded to a stop infront of the male. She narrowed her eyes at his rudeness. She forgot her nervousness and felt herself fill up with a new feeling, anger. She growled at him, What the fuck is your problem? She said, forgetting any thoughts of kindness. She stood her ground, held her posture high, and remained confident. She was not about to give this wolf anything. Who said I had to answer to you? Hm? Her anger was building up inside her, she couldn't hold back. His electric blue eyes startled her, she found herself lost in them for a second before turning her attention back to the egoistic male. If he wanted a fight, he would get it.
[size=x-large]WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE[/size]
Luc snarled, enraged at the sheer stupidity of this female. "What the fuck is your problem?" he spat, electric eyes quickly turning hostile. "I'm not the one who crashed into a random stranger!" His hackles raised, and he growled. He had never before seen such stupidity, such recklessness in the face of danger, in the face of another, stronger wolf. Who did she think she was? He drew himself up to his full height, towering over the girl.
But he stopped.
His purpose in this lands was to find his brother, not to pick fights with fools. "I'm guessing you don't want a fight right now. So why don't you just apologize for your random attack, and we can both get on with our days?" A rare show of mercy from the roman, who's usual demeanor was all about harshness and tough luck. also, this female was gutsy, a trait he admired. Courage was to be admired, he admitted grudgingly.
[size=small]Also, she was quite pretty. [/size]
All she had to do was learn not to go provoking things, and she would be fine. His hard gaze softened momentarily as they sought hers, waiting, silently, for answer to his proposition.
She didn't want to fight, but didn't want to apologize, either. Finally, she grudgingly decided to apologize, eyes downcast. "fine. Sorry for almost running into you." She fixed him with a glare, but softened. She hated to admit it, but he was handsome. His eyes where an unusual color, and she found herself wondering...
NOPENONONONONONONONO
SHUT UP SELF
SILENCE MIND!
She stalked up to him and sat a foot from him, looking up at him. In a fight, he would probably just sit on her. "So what are you doing here, anyway?"] She purred, trying to appear innocent.