Whisper Marsh My O My...

It felt as if something was bothering the male, and this
made Narimé very nervous around him. She decided that she
probably leave him be once he didn't feel like talking anymore.
Though I don't know if telling him about the pack is right, but
if he's a loner then he might join us... She felt confusion roll
through her head as she struggled with forming an answer.
"Yes I am a part of a pack; we are new but strong and we will
become one of the greatest packs in relic-lore." She puffed her
chest out proudly and smiled at the male.


"Though I'm not sure if you are looking to join a pack yet. so..." She
stopped thinking to herself should I tell him our packs name? Only
if he really wants to join then I will tell him then. The yearling
stepped out of the water fully and began to dry herself. Shaking out her
pelt every so often between vigorous backwards grooming of her fur.
"Oh... I'm Narimé by the way." She added since he'd told her his name
she might as well tell her own name.

"I am simply looking around" Vium said, eyes narrowing at the girl. He almost growled these words, but held back his harsh voice and instead replaced it was an eerily calm one. "Narimé. Ok." He tasted the name in his mouth, and wanted to spit it out. He could care less as to what she was called. Unfortunately, no wolf really mattered to him. What did, though, would be his own pack... but that seemed out of reach thus far. Ears flattening, Vium turned around and faced her. Her legs were still wet; she looked so helpless. Pathetic.

He was growing impatient. His time here needed to end...if he stayed with this girl any longer, he would become ruthless. She didn't deserve that at all. She was young and harmless, looking for her long lost father... who was probably dead. Bah, shut your mouth, you son of a bitch. Closing his eyes, Vium shut out the voices arguing within his head. Well.... Narimé, I suppose I should be on my way...."

Swiftly, he turned away from her, beginning to pad back toward the long grasses in which he first emerged from. He stopped for a moment to hear if she would say anything; if she did, he'd listen and not reply....and just leave. If she did not, he would leave all the same.

(This post was last modified: Jul 17, 2012, 02:08 AM by Vium.)

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Narimé was becoming even more wary with the wolf. He
started showing signs of aggression though she couldn't believe
that it had come from her. Perhaps he was being bothered by something else.
The silver girl too thought it was about time to leave the male. He didn't
seem as friendly as she first thought. At least I was able to ask him
about da... She watched him as he finally spoke after the silence. His voice
boomed catching her attention, though maybe she was just already too focused
on him. That might have been why he seemed so loud.


"It was still good to meet you..Goodbye." She answered even
though he had already turned around and began trotting away.
She shook out her fur a few times and looked back over to the marsh.
The beaver was just sitting there floating on top of the water observing them
silently from his watery domain.
"And good bye to you too swift one..." She dipped her head to the beaver
and turned to that enchanting forest. She deeply desired to pad into that place.
Maybe I will find a better prey item in there to bring back to the Willows. She stood
up and began walking slowly towards the woods along the stream.
--Exit Narimé--