isn't she lovely?
Our uninformed mare stays ignorant to the ominous tension growing between the men, not feeling the urge to play psychologist to hormones. Had she known the truth behind the horridly thick air, she would have felt different.
But alas, Ruthless as always is the last to arrive on all information. A curse perhaps.
She does acknowledge, however, the slight question that arises across the chestnut’s expression. Part of her lingers on him for a moment as if suddenly a piece of the puzzle didn’t fit right.
Or is it just the manic guilt jading her judgment?
He carries on naturally, a charismatic type with good and trouble mixed into a hazy blur. His smile is charming and his voice steady, as if to almost pull her away from her thoughts altogether.
That is until he mumbles politics.
Her head tilts, soft cream waves falling from her face in clumps of tangled strands. Her hazel eyes harden as if maybe then she might see him better. He remains a chestnut, jovial stud. New to Taiga.
Obviously well informed.
Surprisingly nonchalant about the internal uproar.
Annoyed, she throws her eyes to Owin as he begins to speak and feels herself waver. Elio is challenging my mother, Lilliana and Elio leading, my father and Kalil’s disappearance.
Anger flushes like the feeling of sun rays against her coat, but she remains silent—for a second. Her mind is a whirlwind of emotion and all that continues to whisper in her ear is Wolfbane.
Wolfbane.
Wolfbane.
Dark magic had been only a fairy-tale until Wolfbane had entered her life for the first time. How he had warped into a monster of tentacles as easily as swishing her tail. How Lilliana had cautiously danced around his anger and threat with soft tones and careful wording.
How graceful Lilliana was.
“Unfortunate,” she manages to speak, and while it is level and firm Ruthless is not ignorant enough to believe her discomfort remains hidden. Unlike Lilliana, our yellow doe is all but graceful.
“Do you know each other?” Finally, a sentence falls and she glances from male to male with blatant annoyance blushed across her face before settling to Rocky, “I am confused here. Are you just ignorant and ungrateful to Taiga, or is there something here I am not getting?”
But alas, Ruthless as always is the last to arrive on all information. A curse perhaps.
She does acknowledge, however, the slight question that arises across the chestnut’s expression. Part of her lingers on him for a moment as if suddenly a piece of the puzzle didn’t fit right.
Or is it just the manic guilt jading her judgment?
He carries on naturally, a charismatic type with good and trouble mixed into a hazy blur. His smile is charming and his voice steady, as if to almost pull her away from her thoughts altogether.
That is until he mumbles politics.
Her head tilts, soft cream waves falling from her face in clumps of tangled strands. Her hazel eyes harden as if maybe then she might see him better. He remains a chestnut, jovial stud. New to Taiga.
Obviously well informed.
Surprisingly nonchalant about the internal uproar.
Annoyed, she throws her eyes to Owin as he begins to speak and feels herself waver. Elio is challenging my mother, Lilliana and Elio leading, my father and Kalil’s disappearance.
Anger flushes like the feeling of sun rays against her coat, but she remains silent—for a second. Her mind is a whirlwind of emotion and all that continues to whisper in her ear is Wolfbane.
Wolfbane.
Wolfbane.
Dark magic had been only a fairy-tale until Wolfbane had entered her life for the first time. How he had warped into a monster of tentacles as easily as swishing her tail. How Lilliana had cautiously danced around his anger and threat with soft tones and careful wording.
How graceful Lilliana was.
“Unfortunate,” she manages to speak, and while it is level and firm Ruthless is not ignorant enough to believe her discomfort remains hidden. Unlike Lilliana, our yellow doe is all but graceful.
“Do you know each other?” Finally, a sentence falls and she glances from male to male with blatant annoyance blushed across her face before settling to Rocky, “I am confused here. Are you just ignorant and ungrateful to Taiga, or is there something here I am not getting?”
Ruthless
father x mother or rank
@[Castile] @[Owin]