[ she smells something, someone, so many things at once. this, this is different. there is a gangly boy that may look like a tree, coming from the stairs. her searching around and airy, good humored panting comes to a complete stop with him in view.
with that thing in view. her hackles raise, visibly standing on end from gut-instinct. she can she right through him, smell the soot of ash and something powerful as well— the wolf’s initially reaction is quick, but not aggressive, if one knew the language these beasts spoke with their bodies. anaterasu stands with her neck high, chest out, gait stiff until it locks in place and simply has her stand there, before the kitchen. her tail doesn’t wave. it holds, and holds high. her triangle ears are pinned forward like horns, and her eyes convey a dominant message that does not dare to break contact. she is not afraid to stare.
she does not show her teeth; there is no reason to, but she certainly exudes a palpable confidence to the demon beneath the human child’s containment. the sound that comes from her throat is not quite a snarl, not quite a growl. but it is assertive in where it puts her. have you ever seen an entire class quiet down immediately when the respected teacher arrives? that air. she is alpha. she is Mother. she has learned now, not to judge so quickly. if doing harm to that boy is not his purpose, then she has earned two children in one. three, counting the girl whose heart patters for him. even that, she can hear.
so, demon in the boy— she had promised michael she would go gently, and gently she does. well, for a wolf. regal and before him as god themself ever would. how do you appeal? ]
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with that thing in view. her hackles raise, visibly standing on end from gut-instinct. she can she right through him, smell the soot of ash and something powerful as well— the wolf’s initially reaction is quick, but not aggressive, if one knew the language these beasts spoke with their bodies. anaterasu stands with her neck high, chest out, gait stiff until it locks in place and simply has her stand there, before the kitchen. her tail doesn’t wave. it holds, and holds high. her triangle ears are pinned forward like horns, and her eyes convey a dominant message that does not dare to break contact. she is not afraid to stare.
she does not show her teeth; there is no reason to, but she certainly exudes a palpable confidence to the demon beneath the human child’s containment. the sound that comes from her throat is not quite a snarl, not quite a growl. but it is assertive in where it puts her. have you ever seen an entire class quiet down immediately when the respected teacher arrives? that air. she is alpha. she is Mother. she has learned now, not to judge so quickly. if doing harm to that boy is not his purpose, then she has earned two children in one. three, counting the girl whose heart patters for him. even that, she can hear.
so, demon in the boy— she had promised michael she would go gently, and gently she does. well, for a wolf. regal and before him as god themself ever would. how do you appeal? ]