{ Mᴀᴛʀᴏɴᴀ Vᴇɢᴀ // }
{ female // seventeen // huntress (lvl. six) // interest: no one // location: woods }
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{ female // seventeen // huntress (lvl. six) // interest: no one // location: woods }
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- As the distance between them closed and the male’s scent grew closer, something a tad puzzling became apparent to the girl. There was just something about his scent… It didn’t really carry other wolves on it, at least not in the way her’s did… and any traces of wolf that did cling to his pelt seemed to be drowned out by the scent of something… feral. It lacked that hint of civilization that she was accustomed to. Her mother’s words slowly started to seep back into her train of thought, her brain digging up buried memories once more. The woman had said something about this kind of situation, and Matrona got the feeling it was very relative to this trip… Like she’d been warned about it…
As she was picking apart her memories, slowly coming to a hazy realization, the male cut her off, finally answering her blunt query with a wink. “Only the females. I rather not lose my hide if I mistake a straight guy, and say that to him. I'm not a runner as you seem to be.”
Figuring as much, she put aside his flirty nature and comment about mistaking straight men, instead focusing on his observation about her being a runner. “Indeed.” He was right; she was built for running, and now that she was getting a better look at him, he didn’t seem as capable in that department. Her icy eyes roved over the male’s frame, taking in his musculature and broad shoulders in a very analytical fashion. Truly, it was a habit of her’s, one that seemed to have been imprinted on her brain since the dawn of time. In a world where she was very thinly built and disadvantaged in almost every fight, she was used to sizing up every person she came across, wolf or not. It let her know whether or not she needed to escape or behave herself... Knowing she’d be much faster than him though, she wasn’t too concerned with biting her tongue. He seemed heavy set; strong, but not nearly as fast as her, she was assuming.
He then proceeded to ask why she’d been in a rush, inquiring if she was okay. The answer, one she knew she couldn’t give, came too quickly, as if she’d been prepared to lay down her troubles all along: Of course I’m not okay. I’ve been taken away from my home, sent away against my will, and dropped amidst a sea of strangers as nothing more than a huntress. How can I be okay?? The words had even welled up in her throat, but she expelled them with a huff, glancing away so as to recompose herself. I’m fine. Those were the magic words, right? The one’s no one believed but would take regardless?
“I-” Before she could even say those magic words, some kind of realization seemed to dawn on the male, making his eyes widen and causing words to suddenly gush from his mouth. She cleared her throat and shifted her weight, not entirely happy with being cut off. It’s not like it mattered anyway though; all she had planned to say was a lie anyway. Her ears shifted forward, listening to what he had to say and silently hoping she’d be able to actually get a word in this time.
The moment he brought up the subject of hunting, she seemed to visibly perk a little, her stomach aches returning once more as she remembered her plan from earlier: go running, then come back and sneak some food. Why had she never thought of just hunting for prey in the forest? Granted, she’d mostly done it for sport at home, hunting down prey and then letting chefs prepare the meal later… She’d never actually caught something and just devoured it right then and there… Her wolf was hungry too though, so even if her human might object to the idea a little, the wolf simply didn’t care. It wanted food, now, and a plump little rabbit sounded divine. Besides, as much as she didn’t like it, she was a huntress now: some practice might do her some good. Gears were turning in her head, visibly shown through her eyes as she looked just beyond the male, thinking.
“Actually, I was just ruminating about getting a meal… If you truly feel so inclined to assist, I could use an extra nose and extra set of fangs.” Her eyes returned to him once more, staring directly back into his gaze as she waited for his response.
{ tagged: zane }
