SILVER BLACKWOOD | tags: Out Of Words | location: Magic Corner
The sound of water being lapped up halted abruptly upon glaring eyes settling on Foster after he denounced her to be ‘whitey’ before she licked her muzzle, purposely flashing her fangs as if threatening him to say it again. She noted how Rhevens had managed to pull on a few articles of clothing and at this she nosed through the crate containing food that the Minotaur had pointed out to them previously. An assortment of both fresh fruit, wrapped up, securely packed wads of meat and several unhealthy looking snack foods had been dumped inside.
Thinking the skin walker was still to tired to rummage for too long, she grabbed an apple and plopped it into his lap, taking at spot at his side to settle down for a bit while there wasn’t too much excitement occurring outside the walls. Her ears instinctively flicked his hand away when he went to touch her, earning him a momentary glance from the fae before she sighed quietly, allowing his fingers to sift through her fur.
So this is how dogs feel when we scratch behind their ears? She murmured to herself, admitting that it didn’t feel bad but rather quite soothing. She hated how easily she’d come to trust Rhevens to some degree and could only hope that the faith she had in him wouldn’t be tainted by his own hand.
Rhevens spoke of Midnight as if he was an entirely separate being that happened to be sharing the same body as he. From what she concluded, skinwalkers had pelts that they ‘wore’ in a way, with their own personalities and motives. Rhevens had no true control over Midnight, it seemed. Even less when in a stressful situation. It made her wonder why and how Midnight had even come to attach himself to Rhevens whom seemed like the kind of person to cower from danger or at least avoid it.
Amusement flooded her mind enough that she thumped her tail a little at Foster’s swift dejection, defending his rodent form adamantly. Just what else could he and Rhevens turn into? With a huff, she focused on the hand petting away at her neck and back, bristling for a heartbeat before relaxing when she reminded herself that it wasn’t a hand offering a painful strike.
Silver had been half drifting off into unconsciousness when the earth began rumbling beneath their very feet, stones groaning loudly as an unknown force willed them to leave their static positions. It wasn’t a smooth process like Sage had done as the rocks sounded their protest this time. The white wolf’s fur grew rigid once again as she stood up slowly, stalking towards the wall Sage had first closed up where all three of them had exited the garden from originally.
Her footfalls were silent as she stood in the space between the wall and where Foster and Rhevens sat with the crates and blankets. The back of her throat threatened to release a harsh sound of anger but she held her tongue as she listened, flaring out her senses so that she could sense the two beings that had paved their way into the garden beyond the stone wall. Their scents were sealed behind it but by how their footsteps sounded against peaty soil, it was a pair of humans—female and male.
The male carried a timbre of fortitude, set on the task at hand with a streak of jest that she was sure was nothing but a double-edged sword. Danger blared from his string of inquiries towards the woman whom sounded as if she were avoiding giving too many details—as if she had something to protect. But what? She glanced back at Foster, wondering if maybe she knew him. Her dialogue, the wavering in her voice.. she wasn’t happy to be with whomever was interested in finding a certain mouse.
Neither could tell that they were here but the male pressed on with persistence, giving the impression that suspicion as to whether or not their lost mouse was truly lost. Silver took a step back when she sensed one of them drawing closer to the wall, pinning her ears tautly as she braced herself. Should one of them come through that wall, she was sure that neither Foster nor Rhevens could hope to defend themselves against either of them. If they were to attack, she couldn’t tell Foster to hide or shift but she hoped that he’d sensed enough urgency to do so on his own.
What if there was a limit to how often he could shift? Pricking her ears, Silver lowered her head a bit and spaced herself accordingly so that she could launch herself forward should these people be able to dissolve the wall and decide to become the aggressors she thought them to be.
The silence that ensued from the woman’s answer to the man’s inquiries was followed by the familiar grinding of stone against stone as the wall threatened to crumble away. Silver gave Rhevens and Foster both a couple of glances before fixating her attention on the low noise before them.