08-11-2022, 06:38 PM
[glow=#212330,4,1000]If I had a heart I could love you...[/glow]
As an avid apostle of The One, Mange could talk about Them for a good long while. As an intelligent and calculating beast, she could take a hint about such enthusiasm being mostly unwanted. While it hurt a little that one may not want to hear about her deity, she could get past the weak pang of offense easily for the sake of a pleasant conversation or a potential new friendship. The strange creature asked her name. [glow=white,2,100]"Ah, they call me Wrathmange. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ares,"[/glow] the she-wolf replied warmly, trying Ares's name out on her tongue. She liked it; it tasted like power and beauty, and felt like an imminent storm - much like the one gracing the mountains.
They had only just met, so Wrathmange refrained from pushing too much more about The One, but she did hazard one last mention of Them in passing as she tilted her head. [glow=white,2,100]"Perhaps it was fate that I meet you, a mighty beast worthy of the gaze of The One. What brings you out here, then?"[/glow] Mange asked, glancing over at the mountains then back at Ares. She stood quietly and without hesitation began to slowly circle her new acquaintance, suffused with curiosity; she made sure to keep her body loose and her gaze soft, her movements fluid but not predatory. Hopefully, the bit of fear she smelled upon Ares would wane with familiarity. Her own relative unfamiliarity with this world seemed a bit daunting at times, and in the quiet hours of the day, she could hear her thoughts too well. But a social woman was she, and being so, she was inclined more to make friends than to retreat into herself or into the far and untouched reaches of the land.
They had only just met, so Wrathmange refrained from pushing too much more about The One, but she did hazard one last mention of Them in passing as she tilted her head. [glow=white,2,100]"Perhaps it was fate that I meet you, a mighty beast worthy of the gaze of The One. What brings you out here, then?"[/glow] Mange asked, glancing over at the mountains then back at Ares. She stood quietly and without hesitation began to slowly circle her new acquaintance, suffused with curiosity; she made sure to keep her body loose and her gaze soft, her movements fluid but not predatory. Hopefully, the bit of fear she smelled upon Ares would wane with familiarity. Her own relative unfamiliarity with this world seemed a bit daunting at times, and in the quiet hours of the day, she could hear her thoughts too well. But a social woman was she, and being so, she was inclined more to make friends than to retreat into herself or into the far and untouched reaches of the land.
[glow=white,2,100]"idle chatter"[/glow] | Tag | OOC
[glow=#212330,4,1000]More, give me more, give me more.[/glow]