08-25-2018, 12:04 PM
A single brow raise is all that Sibella uses to indicate the registration of the cobalt girl’s words. It’s as if she’d read the ebony girl’s internal wonderings regarding the lack of blood splattered on her coat. By that time the creature bumbling about in the snow has finally righted himself, and the stygian girl spares him a casual half glance. She muses if maybe she should care about his vague answer of being chased, but finds she just can’t make herself be bothered to pry for more information; she simply doesn’t care.
Turns out, she doesn’t have to think much on it as the hyperactive filly tries to coerce a better explanation out of him anyway. Even then, her attention remains predominantly fixated on the ‘when’ part of being able to see this dead wolf.
And just as rapid as the girl’s thinking patterns seem to fire, the blue girl is bounding into a snow covered thicket, leaving the other two hardly enough time to catch up as she disappears behind the frosted brush.
Pushing through the brush, Sibella follows the trail of prints to wear a small mass of fur lay motionless. With as much of a curious gaze as she could bare, the stygian girl glances around her briefly, looking for the other filly. She was nowhere in sight, it seemed. Wasting no more time, she approaches the wolf boldly, head tilted with morbid fascination. The creature appeared uncharacteristically round and whole for something that was claimed to have been stomped bloody. Speaking of blood, where was it?
”Only one way to make sure it’s dead,” she says flatly either to herself, or the cat-colt if he had followed her.
Pulling the shadows close, she drew them upward and beneath her dark forelock, congealing and hardening them into the sharpened point of an onyx horn. Lowering her crown, she slowly begins to drive the end towards the wolf’s shoulder…
@[Titus] @[Sawtooth]
Turns out, she doesn’t have to think much on it as the hyperactive filly tries to coerce a better explanation out of him anyway. Even then, her attention remains predominantly fixated on the ‘when’ part of being able to see this dead wolf.
And just as rapid as the girl’s thinking patterns seem to fire, the blue girl is bounding into a snow covered thicket, leaving the other two hardly enough time to catch up as she disappears behind the frosted brush.
Pushing through the brush, Sibella follows the trail of prints to wear a small mass of fur lay motionless. With as much of a curious gaze as she could bare, the stygian girl glances around her briefly, looking for the other filly. She was nowhere in sight, it seemed. Wasting no more time, she approaches the wolf boldly, head tilted with morbid fascination. The creature appeared uncharacteristically round and whole for something that was claimed to have been stomped bloody. Speaking of blood, where was it?
”Only one way to make sure it’s dead,” she says flatly either to herself, or the cat-colt if he had followed her.
Pulling the shadows close, she drew them upward and beneath her dark forelock, congealing and hardening them into the sharpened point of an onyx horn. Lowering her crown, she slowly begins to drive the end towards the wolf’s shoulder…
@[Titus] @[Sawtooth]