07-16-2018, 01:29 AM
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A huntress she can deal with, she doesn't feel so.. threatened, alienated. Someone who knew the outside and knew that walls could be restricting, intimidating. The horse underneath her shifts slightly, and she's tightening her grip on the reins previously held slack in her hands at the second figure to approach their ragtag group. She hesitates just slightly, not wanting to completely commit to living within the.. confines of Blackfall. But they needed the numbers and the safety it offered.
"Seems my navigation skills aren't as rusty as I thought they were." She murmurs, mostly to herself and her packmates, rather than the two strangers in front of them. "Mhm, yea, Blackfall. Not all that keen on going to Griffingate." She doesn't give details but considering they have the mutated dog with them and half of Malkyn's face is covered with a thick fur hood and material wrapped around her neck to hide the more obvious mutations. "We're here to.. join."
Years of a dulled and almost nonexistent bond and her skin had been feeling.. prickly as of late, the closer she and the others had gotten to Blackfall. She pushed it off as just being nervous, anxious at getting closer and closer to a place she hadn't been anywhere near for 11 years, but it's getting worse. Just standing still in front of them, like her skin's on fire and every- every piece of clothing clinging to her stings and burns, itching, a foreign and uncomfortable feeling curling in her throat at the sensations.
Part of her wants to turn away and get the fuck out of here, get as far from the feeling as possible. Another is curious, frozen almost, waiting, holding her breath for.. something. There's a split second where she feels the stallion beneath her tense up, ears pressing forward in high alert, going from relaxed to tense within the span of seconds. It's then that a man materializes from dark, angry shadows in front of her and the group, pushing past the two others who'd approach them and heading straight for--
Her.
She goes to pull on the reins, pulling them backwards, not liking his gaze stuck on her like glue, or that he fucking- poofed from the shadows in front of her. She feels, rightfully so, incredibly threatened and didn't help her uneasiness surrounding going to Blackfall in the first place. Malkyn is distantly aware that the previous burning sensation all over her body has turned pleasant almost, a hum of something previously torn and faded being mended. But before she can get her horse to react, he's reacting himself, yanking his head up, stepping backwards a couple steps at Cain's sudden and unnatural entrance.
He turns to the side, all intentions of positioning himself to defend, until Malkyn's pulling the reins, forcing him to stop as the (un)familiar stranger says her name, not as a question, not a nervous lilt- confident, completely sure. Understandably, she's immediately defensive, one hand instinctively moving to brush her fingers against the weapon hanging at her side, narrowing her eyes at him. Aggression quickly jumps in her throat, in her chest, protective of the ones behind her but stupidly curious of those on foot.
Her head hurts as she looks over the dark-haired man, a faint press of her lips, and her jaw clenching slightly, trying, trying to put a name to the face. It isn't until she hears a faint name from her left, that it clicks, Talia breathlessly saying his name in.. shock? Disbelief? Relief? Her previously guarded, nervous, defensive expression gives way to a faint smile, and then to a grin. "Well damn, I'd say puberty looks good on you." The redheaded woman makes a vague point to look him up and down before shifting and looking away for a split second, laughing a little.
Her grin falters slightly, looking down at her hands that are still gripping the reins and back at Cain, at the pleasant, familiar hum that's settled over her skin, wrapping her in a warm embrace she hadn't known she was missing. She doesn't.. really know what to say to him, not after 11 years, not after-- She quickly dismisses the thoughts and focuses back on Cain, relaxing her hands. "I gather we're not being turned away." Mal settles on talking about the present, humming a little bit to shake her initial shock and stupor about the way he'd approach them.
When the hell did he start doing that?
A huntress she can deal with, she doesn't feel so.. threatened, alienated. Someone who knew the outside and knew that walls could be restricting, intimidating. The horse underneath her shifts slightly, and she's tightening her grip on the reins previously held slack in her hands at the second figure to approach their ragtag group. She hesitates just slightly, not wanting to completely commit to living within the.. confines of Blackfall. But they needed the numbers and the safety it offered.
"Seems my navigation skills aren't as rusty as I thought they were." She murmurs, mostly to herself and her packmates, rather than the two strangers in front of them. "Mhm, yea, Blackfall. Not all that keen on going to Griffingate." She doesn't give details but considering they have the mutated dog with them and half of Malkyn's face is covered with a thick fur hood and material wrapped around her neck to hide the more obvious mutations. "We're here to.. join."
Years of a dulled and almost nonexistent bond and her skin had been feeling.. prickly as of late, the closer she and the others had gotten to Blackfall. She pushed it off as just being nervous, anxious at getting closer and closer to a place she hadn't been anywhere near for 11 years, but it's getting worse. Just standing still in front of them, like her skin's on fire and every- every piece of clothing clinging to her stings and burns, itching, a foreign and uncomfortable feeling curling in her throat at the sensations.
Part of her wants to turn away and get the fuck out of here, get as far from the feeling as possible. Another is curious, frozen almost, waiting, holding her breath for.. something. There's a split second where she feels the stallion beneath her tense up, ears pressing forward in high alert, going from relaxed to tense within the span of seconds. It's then that a man materializes from dark, angry shadows in front of her and the group, pushing past the two others who'd approach them and heading straight for--
Her.
She goes to pull on the reins, pulling them backwards, not liking his gaze stuck on her like glue, or that he fucking- poofed from the shadows in front of her. She feels, rightfully so, incredibly threatened and didn't help her uneasiness surrounding going to Blackfall in the first place. Malkyn is distantly aware that the previous burning sensation all over her body has turned pleasant almost, a hum of something previously torn and faded being mended. But before she can get her horse to react, he's reacting himself, yanking his head up, stepping backwards a couple steps at Cain's sudden and unnatural entrance.
He turns to the side, all intentions of positioning himself to defend, until Malkyn's pulling the reins, forcing him to stop as the (un)familiar stranger says her name, not as a question, not a nervous lilt- confident, completely sure. Understandably, she's immediately defensive, one hand instinctively moving to brush her fingers against the weapon hanging at her side, narrowing her eyes at him. Aggression quickly jumps in her throat, in her chest, protective of the ones behind her but stupidly curious of those on foot.
Her head hurts as she looks over the dark-haired man, a faint press of her lips, and her jaw clenching slightly, trying, trying to put a name to the face. It isn't until she hears a faint name from her left, that it clicks, Talia breathlessly saying his name in.. shock? Disbelief? Relief? Her previously guarded, nervous, defensive expression gives way to a faint smile, and then to a grin. "Well damn, I'd say puberty looks good on you." The redheaded woman makes a vague point to look him up and down before shifting and looking away for a split second, laughing a little.
Her grin falters slightly, looking down at her hands that are still gripping the reins and back at Cain, at the pleasant, familiar hum that's settled over her skin, wrapping her in a warm embrace she hadn't known she was missing. She doesn't.. really know what to say to him, not after 11 years, not after-- She quickly dismisses the thoughts and focuses back on Cain, relaxing her hands. "I gather we're not being turned away." Mal settles on talking about the present, humming a little bit to shake her initial shock and stupor about the way he'd approach them.
When the hell did he start doing that?
[align=center][color=black][size=12pt][font=georgia][b]MISS ME WITH THAT BULLSHIT.
YOU AIN'T REALLY WILD YOU' A TOURIST.
YOU AIN'T REALLY WILD YOU' A TOURIST.