OOc: Poor thing doesn't like being ignored...
“Pardon…”
A testament that even the lengthened of patience wore thin, the female took it upon herself to let her silent voice be heard. Her ears remained neutrally kept to either side of her sizeable crown, yet her eyes had harden from shifting liquid to hardened stones. While her posture remained relaxed as her visage, there was a noticeable backing to her tone suggesting not anger but…disappointment. Her eyes were directed to neither wolf, but the ground as if transfixed but some unseen force that elicited bother.
“…but please do not speak as though I am not here,” she continued. Her voice soft, near sullen as if reciting a dreaded request. “I have lived a life where my presence was ignored, spoken of as if I were no different than a tree among the forest. I have not traveled here to be regarded like that again. I have come to learn from one that knows more than me in the hopes that I can aspire to something more. If this bothers you, ‘wife’ of Njal, I would rather you say this than neglect my purpose further.
“As for my pack… those I run with, I believe they reserve more care and courtesy for the borders you protect, than your ilk that run freely across our own in disregard. I will not stand here willingly as you speak bitterly towards them. We have done nothing to deserve it, while we have every right to speak of you and the Creek with resentment.” Gingerly, Xi’nuata raised her muzzle and let her eyes rest on the bridge of a scarred nose. Her eyes remained averted yet her attention on the flame-hued female was apparent. “And yet I do not. You have done nothing to earn the anger of me or my pack. You are one of many- two of many, and I see you only as that. If you cannot see me in the same manner, then I will leave without contest and adopt whatever mood towards the Creek you’d rather me take…” |