by ℂ∂ℓℓ ♏ε ℂ∂℘τ∂ìη » Thu Jul 07, 2011 5:40 am
"Oh..." Easton mouthed, looking down at the water, seeing her reflection. Her blonde hair wavy from the river water when she had fallen into the river. Her blue eyes were a bright saphire color, and her bangs fell across her eyes and hid her scratch on her cheek. It was bleeding again, and it hurt very bad, but she wouldn't say anything. She tossed a stone into the water, looking away from her now smeared reflection. She didn't think she was pretty, just a regular girl that had fallen in a river. She looked half-drown, and her nose was all red from the water. She thought she was ugly, and her reflection killed her inside, but that would always stay secret. She would never tell anyone about that, or how she fealt inside. She loved Luke, but she also loved Chase just the same. She didn't realize that they liked her, or get why they did, but she seemed to like them. She knew why though. Chase was a sweetheart, and usually put her first, which usually made her feel bad though. He was cute, adorable and funny, in his own little way. Luke was her hero, he was strong, noble, kind, and seemed gentle to her. He was very strong willed, straight forward, and very handsome in her eyes. They were equally loved from her, which made everything so difficult. "But why?" She finally asked, her eyes filled with a mix emotion so it was hard to identify what she fealt the most.
Hayle blinked, and let her ears perk slightly, listening to him. "It was alright. I was just confused and yes, I was quite frightened." She replied, never braking her own eye contact with his. "I would like that very much if we could talk a little more, and get to know each other. By the way, my name is Hayle. May I ask yours?" She asked, her green eyes never leaving his enticing white ones.
"Then so be it. I will take you to see my leader." Rozax growled, studying the male with a growl, his ears pinned to his head. He got off the wolf and glared back at him. "Oh, and don't even think of breaking our rules, because my pack....will kill you." He snarled back at him, turning his gaze back toward the direction of camp.
Santi snarled, looking down upon the males. "This happens to be my business as this was my prey, this is my packs land, and you hunted pack prey. You killed for no need, you selfish, self-centered brats." He snapped at them, glaring, flicking his ear at the three dead deer behind him on the ground dead. "So really, I had all the right to attack you. You should have never crossed into pack territory, and yet again, that gives me a fourth reason to be able to attack you." He added, raising an eyebrow at the clueless bratty wolves.