08-05-2018, 05:20 PM
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golden eyes shift from the scene before her just for a heartbeat to the water, then back. it's a momentary lapse in attention, but anyone who might notice it might see the look that flashes across her angular features. not quite fear, but more than recognizance. discomfort, perhaps. she'd been raised beside a river, not far off from an ocean. she'd watched the push and pull of the waves, heard them crashing in her sleep at night. the ocean was a pack in itself, a unity of life and liquid, and it was at a constant war within itself. crashing, fighting, bruising. but it wasn't a pack, because packs didn't kill outsiders, not according to alpha. oceans killed though.
❝yes.❞ no hello, no smiles. the word fell flat from her lips, something she wasn't really at fault for. emotions, smiles, they were trivial things trained out of her as a pup. the pack valued directness, they valued being open and up front. this creature, that sort of looked like a wolf, she figured he'd been raised by a pack. she assumed he thought smiling was as pointless as she did.
her eyes shifted to the pup that tottered on over, and she does her best not to get consumed by would have been's and could have been's. if kovu had any sense of loyalty, maybe she'd have a pup or two of her own. maybe it's for the best, because she's not really sure she even has a motherly instinct. there is nothing soft or kind about mingan, she was raised to be a warrior and it's all she knows. how to fight, how to win, how to kill. she knows how to kill a little too well, something she was taught but apparently never supposed to use. maybe alpha's just an idiot, she reasons. teach us to do things but never let us do them.
❝joining.❞ she adds, then, figuring she'd keep them from wasting the air: ❝mingan. my name, it's mingan.❞ would there be more questions? she hoped not. questions, talking, it was all sort of tedious. but already, the canine could sense that this was not a pack. people spoke without a whole lot of reason to speak, and maybe she ought to get used to it. embrace the culture, fake it until she made it, all that other bullshit.
but another question, and the casual tone the male uses earns a strange look from mingan. a brow arched, neck sort of pulled back, nose scrunched up. not quite distaste, not quite confusion, but perhaps an uncomfortable mixture of the two. ❝fine.❞ she says after a minute, and it's obvious she's not really sure how to respond to such an inquiry. but she tries, and she ought to get points for that. ❝yours?❞
golden eyes shift from the scene before her just for a heartbeat to the water, then back. it's a momentary lapse in attention, but anyone who might notice it might see the look that flashes across her angular features. not quite fear, but more than recognizance. discomfort, perhaps. she'd been raised beside a river, not far off from an ocean. she'd watched the push and pull of the waves, heard them crashing in her sleep at night. the ocean was a pack in itself, a unity of life and liquid, and it was at a constant war within itself. crashing, fighting, bruising. but it wasn't a pack, because packs didn't kill outsiders, not according to alpha. oceans killed though.
❝yes.❞ no hello, no smiles. the word fell flat from her lips, something she wasn't really at fault for. emotions, smiles, they were trivial things trained out of her as a pup. the pack valued directness, they valued being open and up front. this creature, that sort of looked like a wolf, she figured he'd been raised by a pack. she assumed he thought smiling was as pointless as she did.
her eyes shifted to the pup that tottered on over, and she does her best not to get consumed by would have been's and could have been's. if kovu had any sense of loyalty, maybe she'd have a pup or two of her own. maybe it's for the best, because she's not really sure she even has a motherly instinct. there is nothing soft or kind about mingan, she was raised to be a warrior and it's all she knows. how to fight, how to win, how to kill. she knows how to kill a little too well, something she was taught but apparently never supposed to use. maybe alpha's just an idiot, she reasons. teach us to do things but never let us do them.
❝joining.❞ she adds, then, figuring she'd keep them from wasting the air: ❝mingan. my name, it's mingan.❞ would there be more questions? she hoped not. questions, talking, it was all sort of tedious. but already, the canine could sense that this was not a pack. people spoke without a whole lot of reason to speak, and maybe she ought to get used to it. embrace the culture, fake it until she made it, all that other bullshit.
but another question, and the casual tone the male uses earns a strange look from mingan. a brow arched, neck sort of pulled back, nose scrunched up. not quite distaste, not quite confusion, but perhaps an uncomfortable mixture of the two. ❝fine.❞ she says after a minute, and it's obvious she's not really sure how to respond to such an inquiry. but she tries, and she ought to get points for that. ❝yours?❞