01-21-2020, 10:46 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 60%; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Irony slapped her dead in the face when the next arrival was not a strange feline, but an abnormally large spider. Back at home, she used to squish them under her paws. She could not do so that easily here. Since spiders had never been a threat to her, she wasn't scared. Just only slightly wary -- she still saw Aurum as the greatest threat. Curiosity throbbed in her mind and when he spoke it only furthered her morbid interest. A large spider, a lion with wings, a lion with stripes ... She came to a sudden dreadful realization.
Maybe they were right about the radiation.
Maybe she shouldn't have eaten that rodent.
Virgil snapped out of it when she heard Eulogy. "Rude?" She sputtered. Her hackles bristled. Did they really think she was begging for them to take her in? Did she really look like that, a cowardly wreck of a dog? Perhaps her famished nature had made her a target for pity. She didn't like that. What was more, she was being surrounded by more males than she ever had in her entire life and that was cause for being unnerved. Even with Abathur's explanation, Virgil could not fathom why any group should be hospitable to an outsider. That was precisely why she observed them with such suspicion, which happened to be conceived as rudeness.
Her ears laid back against her head almost immediately when she heard the hyena laugh. Ugly brute, caked in mud. Did she really have to live alongside all her natural enemies here? Her lips curled ever so slightly upwards to show her excessively sharp teeth, "It would do you good to take a ba --" but Aurum somehow managed to diffuse the situation. Ironically, she was having spats with the female kind of this group and finding the males more kind. It caused her morals and ethics to spiral into confusion. She could deal with that later.
The lycaon's golden eyes averted to the ground, eyeing the fragile bones of her carcass. It would be against the code to accept the invitation. But she would also die if left alone. It could be her only chance. Caesar forgive me. She prayed for the second time that week. She was abandoning her life so quickly. No, they weren't giving her good graces. She didn't expect them to. Now she was not only a coward, but a traitor. Virgil averted her golden gaze. She looked ashamed, though it was not due to her rudeness. "P ... Please." She responded, speaking so softly it could barely be heard.
Maybe they were right about the radiation.
Maybe she shouldn't have eaten that rodent.
Virgil snapped out of it when she heard Eulogy. "Rude?" She sputtered. Her hackles bristled. Did they really think she was begging for them to take her in? Did she really look like that, a cowardly wreck of a dog? Perhaps her famished nature had made her a target for pity. She didn't like that. What was more, she was being surrounded by more males than she ever had in her entire life and that was cause for being unnerved. Even with Abathur's explanation, Virgil could not fathom why any group should be hospitable to an outsider. That was precisely why she observed them with such suspicion, which happened to be conceived as rudeness.
Her ears laid back against her head almost immediately when she heard the hyena laugh. Ugly brute, caked in mud. Did she really have to live alongside all her natural enemies here? Her lips curled ever so slightly upwards to show her excessively sharp teeth, "It would do you good to take a ba --" but Aurum somehow managed to diffuse the situation. Ironically, she was having spats with the female kind of this group and finding the males more kind. It caused her morals and ethics to spiral into confusion. She could deal with that later.
The lycaon's golden eyes averted to the ground, eyeing the fragile bones of her carcass. It would be against the code to accept the invitation. But she would also die if left alone. It could be her only chance. Caesar forgive me. She prayed for the second time that week. She was abandoning her life so quickly. No, they weren't giving her good graces. She didn't expect them to. Now she was not only a coward, but a traitor. Virgil averted her golden gaze. She looked ashamed, though it was not due to her rudeness. "P ... Please." She responded, speaking so softly it could barely be heard.