08-04-2015, 07:40 AM
Strange. Yes she was strange but it had nothing at all to do with her ability. Her strange was born long before the wolves ever spoke to her. She was strange because her father saw the apocalypse coming and he'd prepared. But it never came, and when the wolves took her and her brother - Sierra didn't want to think about it.
But in her fury she still noticed the glance she received from the man. She hid the bout of shyness as she barked a laugh at his comment aimed at the rich man who had kindly offered them a ride. Probably best not to acknowledge that comment. She she let the dark man have the raw side of her tongue instead. Sierra raised her eyes and stared into the dark hue of the man who had called her strange. She hoped the glint of the sun would highlight the fact that they were not human looking eyes. "My strange does not come from the color of my eyes or the gifts I may or may NOT have. You think I'm strange because of the way my father raised me. Off the grid, out of touch with normal people. Not that I'd classify you as normal all garbed in black like some lost member of ancient bands like The Cure."
Her father had saved as much from his father's days as he could. In the ancient bunker she grew up in there was still a machine that played vinyl.
Sierra smiled, it was genuine really, she had nothing against the man only his judgments against her. "Not that I judge you. I don't know you. Either of you. My father saw the apocalypse coming. He sheltered us. I think he was just a few decades too early. Men who can walk on water. Start fires and let it rain down on top of our heads. Sounds pretty end of the worldish to me."
But in her fury she still noticed the glance she received from the man. She hid the bout of shyness as she barked a laugh at his comment aimed at the rich man who had kindly offered them a ride. Probably best not to acknowledge that comment. She she let the dark man have the raw side of her tongue instead. Sierra raised her eyes and stared into the dark hue of the man who had called her strange. She hoped the glint of the sun would highlight the fact that they were not human looking eyes. "My strange does not come from the color of my eyes or the gifts I may or may NOT have. You think I'm strange because of the way my father raised me. Off the grid, out of touch with normal people. Not that I'd classify you as normal all garbed in black like some lost member of ancient bands like The Cure."
Her father had saved as much from his father's days as he could. In the ancient bunker she grew up in there was still a machine that played vinyl.
Sierra smiled, it was genuine really, she had nothing against the man only his judgments against her. "Not that I judge you. I don't know you. Either of you. My father saw the apocalypse coming. He sheltered us. I think he was just a few decades too early. Men who can walk on water. Start fires and let it rain down on top of our heads. Sounds pretty end of the worldish to me."