suburbia — joining

[Elon]

You spoke of roses- all I feel are thorns ・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]TAGS

/o peeshaw this is fine

What brings Elon to the area is the faint smell of smoke. Considering her fear of fire, she should be looking to walk away from such a smell (quickly at that), but some sense of duty makes her feel obligated to go check it out. If it is fire, she would very much rather be discomforted by putting out a little one than melting in a roaring one across the territory. These plains look as if they're just begging for a spark sometimes. Yet when she turns the corner around a coupling of trees, the white domestic is clearly startled at what she sees. She feels very unfortunate then then that she's comes across something that is even more dangerous than flames at the time- at least she has a chance of running away from those. Considering she wasn't exactly quiet making her way over here, with twigs blown asunder by the wind snapping under her paws and the reeds swaying, Elon knows it's too late to turn back now (he could likely smell her too and in her opinion, she smells great). So she just clears her throat silently and lifts her head some. Holding her ground would feel much better if she had her powers again and let's just say that this wolf doesn't look not menacing while encrusted in the fluid's of a previously living creature. The tang of iron is palpable and it might make her hungry too if she weren't afraid. It's not that Elon is exactly opposed to killing, but she's not keen to be on the wrong end of it. It's a powerplay that she once had the privilege of being at the top of that she used up far too quickly. 

Still if she's going to be wiped out again, she's not going to do so without style. Is she above vicariously leeching the perpetrator's experiences in her own murder? Probably not, but it's a plan to take it like a champ, and really Elon's hoping that the bloody, larger, stronger, sharp toothed canine is totally friendly. Stranger things, right? He wouldn't be the first wolf to live in harmony here. Fronting, the feline raises her paw to pat her lips on a low yawn, but her gaze on the man is sharp though it's hard to tell with her lack of pupils. She notices just then that the wolf was huffing and puffing and says with quaint amusement, [b]"Come here just to litter?" Back in her time they had pipes and really she should have known the smell of tobacco right away since she grew up around those fields, but that was back when she'd be looking at this wolf like supper instead. "Or for something else?" She offers a quirked to the side smile and raises nonexistent brows as her tail flicks about behind her. That and her ear flicking suggests that she's nervous but her deep voice is just as calm and impartial as ever.