Nantale knew that her time alone would not last forever. In fact, with the lands drench in the scent of life, she was surprised she spent this much time without being bothered. It was nice, she admitted – after all, she had spent her life as a loner for as long as could remember. She almost preferred the solitude and ability to be as free as possible. The ebony warrior knew, however, that her time alone would soon come to an end, and she’d be forced to partake in the awkward social interaction that dictated their lives. She hoped, though, that it would be later rather than sooner.
But alas, as she starred out into the deep blueness that masked the water front, a stranger came swimming along. From the distance she could not make out much of him, or where he came from, but he neared closer and closer, and before she knew it, he was too close for her liking, speaking with his friendly tongue and smiling – oh, how she hated smiling. A smile upon her lips would be like poison upon a baby. Nobody liked it, and certainly, nobody wanted to see it.
The blackened female took a small step backwards as he bellowed his friendly greeting. She emitted a sound as she moved, a somewhat combination of a gruff grunt and a small winch, as her leg continued to throw. Perhaps it was the water that made her ache.
“Friend?” She repeated back to him after he finished speaking his long winded tongue. Her tone was brash and confused. The amount he uttered almost sounded like a speech to the female. She left it at that, purposely ignoring the rest of his statements.