Leaving the past behind had never been her strong suit, it marched along in her head day in and day out. Most of it housing death after death, crimson the only color that seemed to exist within her mind’s eye. She wanted that to change, at least for the sake of others, not so much herself. She could only be happy if they were. Still, as she pulled from her husband, her ears tilted back, swishing her tail as she walked away, leaving him there along the benches hidden by bushes and trees. She let out a couple soft chuckles as she glanced back to see him walking awkwardly back toward the new college entrance. It was still surreal to know the new building was so close to home, but it brought with it comfort in knowing Khepri and Aurora were both a skip away instead of thinking about them being all the way in Melrose. It brought some relaxation to her otherwise chaotic life. Even with her mind foaming with thoughts, she would notice the feeling of eyes on her, and she would slow her walk. It could be a variety of wolves, the campus full of children and teachers alike but this one felt heavier than just a passerby. She couldn’t really explain it. |
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All the same, her tail twitched with anticipation, having a feeling it wasn’t any of those that popped into her head creeping along the campus with their focus all too set on her. An ear would twitch at the sound of ruffling foliage, seemingly startling a few misbehaving students out of hiding as they ran off into the building, not that it was any of her business. She had long denounced the title of Captain, getting involved with public affairs wasn't her duty anymore unless she absolutely had to intervene, such as someone being harmed or in danger. The teachers could deal with something so trivial as fraternizing instead of being in class. It wouldn’t be long after her voice rose that an older masculine voice would respond, causing her ears to preen back with mild dissatisfaction. She had rather they had been spooked too and ran off, not much up for socializing any more than she was for being stalked like prey by a stranger. Turning her head just enough for her good eye to rest on him, an ember was far from friendly though the hostility was minimal for now. Her expression is mostly placid, as it often is when not around family or those she once called friend before the wars claimed them. Before her was a man of earth, unremarkable. He did not stand out among the rest of those here, though she wouldn’t call him unpleasant to marvel. Perhaps one of the most plain of wolves but the warmth of his pelt, she couldn’t deny, carried some comfort in the familiarity of timber. At a glance he was large but also seemed soft despite the scars that marred him and the bulk of his weight. Still, she wasn’t any more interested in interacting. -exit sif unless stopped- |
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Mutilator or supposed hero? One could deduce the second as more likely with this hanging concern on the air, each word holding purpose and not cutting to other options but her suspicions were always on a hair trigger. Still, her son kept calling his attacker Half Face and scary cool. Her eye rolled at the thought, not understanding the boy finding someone mauling him as cool. Not that he was ever exactly a normal little boy, so forgiving of others and so quick to take the blame for things. Never once blaming the one that hurt him, only himself for heckling the stranger. Where she couldn’t lie and tell her daughter her missing eye wasn’t her fault, she could calmly tell her son he didn’t deserve to be attacked just for being a bother. He was a child and it wasn’t even in the middle of a war. It was all just malicious in her view and she was determined to snake her fangs into whomever it was throat, hoping to make the fool beg for forgiveness he would never receive some her, only prolonged torture into a cruel death. A sigh flared her nostrils as she took into consideration that this stranger here wasn’t scary, wasn’t cool, wasn't missing half of a face and matched closer to the description of the one that saved him. An unremarkable earthen male that towered over them. Turning around, it was rather true, she had to look up at him to meet those honey eyes. |