Rejection ::

The forest is not kind to outsiders, child. It's inhabitants even less welcoming, I'm afraid.. Is it them, you seek?  The ghastly albaster and obsididan feathered doe circled Sake, her tred light.  The black doe felt the strike upon earth, and wondered at the sharpness of her delicate hooves.  Sake relaxed.  The predatory measures of this company was comforting.  As if a long lost sister.  A reminder Sake may not be alone.  Wings returned to their placement.  Slender ears rotated with the calculated pace of her company.  Twigs and fallen needles crushed, inviting a sense of fragility to exist in the night-silence.

I do not mind unkindness.  She let the sentence soak into the air, pregnant with implication, but she would not waste the words, or the Orian's time. Her tail twiched.  Lashes fell over abyss eyes, following the vulture path of her inquisitor.  I can provide my soul.  My willingness to perform any necessity.  My capability of distance; my capability of blending into the night, to hear and see whatever is wished by those who wish it.  You. A mental addition she refused to speak.  Crickets crept upon their silence, Orian regarding elegant Orian.  Sake's gaze outlined the doe's fascinating physique, entraptured by the irridescent play of black feathers reflecting the opalescence of her gracefut neck.  Guarded eyes noted rippling muscle, clever expression, and lethal weapons.  Caution whispered in Sake's mind, abscent of fear.  The melanistic woman would not be caught off guard.