The flower had survived the chill of winter without hearing much of anyone or anything. She, herself, found it quite an accomplishment. Her fate, however, hung much in the air to be caught by a stranger, for sure. What was a flower to do other than look pretty to attract others? Yet she wanted no attention. She kept herself tiny, in creaks of the mortal world not to be detected, for whoever would catch her would abuse her weak mind and body. Or so she had been told.

While she could not hear much, her sense of smell was quite good, and by the salt in the air she supposed she was not very far from the sea. She stayed and wandered in the pasture, tiny form seemingly gliding slyly over the land.

The world and her surroundings were quiet, as always, even as a man called out to her. She didn't hear it and kept on walking for a short while. That was until she saw something in the corner of her eye, a dark figure standing far taller than her. She froze, eyes on his lips to see if she could read whatever he would say. She frowned in discomfort, shrinking with her tail between her legs.

Ex... Exujuhs mee. She tried to talk, only feeling the rumble in her throat that proved she was indeed making sounds. Her voice was rather strange, as if she was being strangled.

Her eyes grew wider than they already were, irises seemingly jerking with fear. She didn't know what the man was planning, but she could see he wasn't saying anything, which terrified her even more if she was being honest. All threats to her were silent, yes, but now she knew that it was. She kept perfectly still, legs slightly trembling. Would a run for the hills suffice as an escape? Her hazel eyes shot around. There was no one nearby, so calling for help wasn't going to cut it either.

When he sniffed her she mumbled a soft; D-dojn't... But it was as strangled as her first attempt. She took a step in the direction she was initially going in. Perhaps just acting like nothing was happening would be the best course of action?

Though she could not hear him growling, the snapping and feeling of him being so angry was enough to make her stop. Okay, perhaps that hadn't been the best idea. But how could she call stranger danger when there was no where nearby? She was nearly numbed with fear, not recognizing the way he moved his lips. Was it a different language? Something wrong with his muscles?

When he motioned for her to follow him, she stood like a shaking leaf. She shook her head ferociously with closed eyes, not wanting to come with him at all. M..Me guuwww niow. She told him, lips quivering. She felt like fleeing, like curling up into a ball so no harm would befall her.