10-02-2016, 01:16 PM
Teal
She can almost sense him turning to face her. At least she thinks she can. That is the obvious thing one would do in his place, so that is how it happens in her mind, too.
And in reality.
Nothing but silence and endless darkness greet her, familiar fiends of horror cursed to haunt her for life, spurring her racing pulse. Her nose bounces just a little in the air every now and then, trying to discern if he's shrugged and moved on or... something else. But that faint taste of crisp water was still in the subtle breeze, the type cradled so gently in a dark cavern somewhere. She knew them by smell, the caves, Everything is dark to me. So he must still be here then, waiting for something.
Not particularly a comforting thought.
She hesitantly craned her neck toward him just a little. Something must have shifted with him, as he smelled slightly stronger now. Coming closer! His hot breath feathered across the tip of her muzzle and she yanked back with a surprised yelp. She hadn't realized they drew so close. He hadn't tried to attack her yet though, so maybe he was safe for a stranger. Maybe. She wasn't about to trust him so easily, naturally, but she didn't want to look too weak in front of a possible threat either.
Her velvet crept toward him again, less hesitantly as she felt a little confident of his placement to her. She was mistaken though, as her clumsy muzzle knocked against the side of his with a too-quick jerk of her head. Her face scrunched in pain, but she was not giving up that easily. She took a step closer to him, reaching until she felt the warmth of his cheek, then his throat, then neck -fully prepared to scuttle backwards at any hint of malicious intent. She made sure to shift her hips away from him, always facing him straight on as her nose tap-tapped at the muscle in his neck, keeping track of him in the only way she knew, though brazen it may be.
Tall one, isn't he?
Smells good too.
She smacked her lips quietly, wishing he could taste as liquid-cool as the hint of water he smelled like, but not stupid enough to try it.
And in reality.
Nothing but silence and endless darkness greet her, familiar fiends of horror cursed to haunt her for life, spurring her racing pulse. Her nose bounces just a little in the air every now and then, trying to discern if he's shrugged and moved on or... something else. But that faint taste of crisp water was still in the subtle breeze, the type cradled so gently in a dark cavern somewhere. She knew them by smell, the caves, Everything is dark to me. So he must still be here then, waiting for something.
Not particularly a comforting thought.
She hesitantly craned her neck toward him just a little. Something must have shifted with him, as he smelled slightly stronger now. Coming closer! His hot breath feathered across the tip of her muzzle and she yanked back with a surprised yelp. She hadn't realized they drew so close. He hadn't tried to attack her yet though, so maybe he was safe for a stranger. Maybe. She wasn't about to trust him so easily, naturally, but she didn't want to look too weak in front of a possible threat either.
Her velvet crept toward him again, less hesitantly as she felt a little confident of his placement to her. She was mistaken though, as her clumsy muzzle knocked against the side of his with a too-quick jerk of her head. Her face scrunched in pain, but she was not giving up that easily. She took a step closer to him, reaching until she felt the warmth of his cheek, then his throat, then neck -fully prepared to scuttle backwards at any hint of malicious intent. She made sure to shift her hips away from him, always facing him straight on as her nose tap-tapped at the muscle in his neck, keeping track of him in the only way she knew, though brazen it may be.
Tall one, isn't he?
Smells good too.
She smacked her lips quietly, wishing he could taste as liquid-cool as the hint of water he smelled like, but not stupid enough to try it.
