Alpine Lake And then walk until our feet are torn

WC: 474

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Through barely-opened eyes, Niamh scanned the horizon, and at first, she’d missed the large, alabaster male by the lake’s edge, as he blended in with the surroundings fairly well, and her vision was obscured by the falling ice. She continued on, working her way around the lake, and didn’t stop even when she did spot him. Sure, he was an imposing figure- but that wasn’t enough to throw Niamh off her course. She wasn’t rattled whatsoever by his appearance as Niamh still believed herself to be invincible...Even though she had been defeated in combat before. While she was learning when to step down from an impossible fight- say, two against one- she still did not believe that there was a single soul out there that could kill her, or that would dare try to do so. She believed that even with her long, lanky legs, feminine figure and narrow build that she looked like a tank, and that the scars on her face were much more visible than they actually were.

Which was why she was surprised that the white-furred male seemed to find nothing about her that was daunting whatsoever- and even made a comment that led her to believe that he’d looked her over once and had decided that she was hardly strong enough to stand up against the wind, let alone anything else in life. She came to a stop and lifted her head, standing tall against the gales of wind that pushed at her- but due to the rigidity of her frame, the conditioning of her muscles and the way the wind could easily curve around her narrow build, she was not at all moved by the high winds that played roughly with nothing but her fur. Her conviction alone was enough to keep her standing strong against the wind no matter how hard it tried to throw her off her feet. In front of this guy, who seemed to think that she’d simply blow away, she would be at loathe to seem weak, whatsoever.

She regarded him with a honeyed gaze that was steely and firm, and she held her ground for a moment as though to make the simple statement that she was nowhere near as fragile as she seemed. As per usual, Niamh believed that she looked a lot tougher than she actually did, as her build and her beautiful, golden colouration certainly didn’t do much to aid her in looking masculine and rugged. She was almost freakishly tall, sure- but that didn’t aid her in the weight department very much. She tilted her muzzle up at him in a gesture that was swift and somewhat indignant, but a smile played on her lips. ”I’m stronger’n you look.” She commented, turning the somewhat backhanded comment back on him to see how he handled it.

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