Arete turns to Merida, a look on her eyes that flashed in only the way a predator can. Are you hurt? Should she admit to it? Do predators admit such a thing? She has never before admitted weakness, and indeed it made her feel sick to do so. So, instead of saying anything, she looks past her new friend and back up at the sky, noticing the lack of light there. Normally she would have eaten her dinner and taken shelter by now--because yes, she was indeed hurt--but by night, her senses were on edge, and it was as if a whole new world was coming to life for her. A tiger has heightened senses by night, and it was no different for the woman who shared her soul with one.
Even without the light of the sun, Arete's eyes shown brightly, her sense of smell honed into the small--and copious amounts--of vermin that lived here n the meadow. She curled her lip hungrily, but as she looked up at Merida, she nearly rolled her eyes as she struggled to get up. Having decided to muscle through the pain, she comes back to a stand, and looks around at their surroundings.
"Hunting takes a lot out of you. I was resting," she emphasizes. Only resting. With nary a thought, she changes her pattern to her tiger stripes--meant to cover up her scars, and she props herself in a leaning position against a nearby tree. The sound of birds finding their nests and the night song of the bugs of summer hummed in her ears. It was indeed a beautiful night. She just wished she felt better.
"What has you out here so late? I thought foxes found their burrows well before sundown. Unless you live your life more as a horse, than you do a fox?"
Arete makes no secret that she looks over Merida's body, noting with some pleasure her black and red coloring. She always had a soft spot for those who were just slightly strange. She was beginning to wonder if Merida was going to be one of those creatures.
Arete
Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty.
I see the good in the bad and the ugly.
I see the good in the bad and the ugly.