Sable still held her fists up with a threatening stance. She stubbornly continued on, gritting her teeth and howling for an answer. When no response came but for the waves lapping the shore, Sable sighed and gave up, leaning down onto a high rock. Her glittering orbs resumed to survey the clearing, until another thump came. Sable let a growl of annoyance tear through her throat as she leaped to her feet and stomped over to where the sound came from.
"I warned you!" she yelled. Sable threw herself at the exact spot where she sensed movement. Her hands closed in around a squirming, writhing being. The squishy feeling under her fingers was quite awkward, but Sable tried to ignore that awkwardness and got a firm grip on her victim. Satisfied with her tight grasp, Sable took a deep breath and dragged the foe out from the shadows in which he was hiding.
The moment the person was shown in the moonlight, Sable bent down to examine the 'thumper', though she took care to not let him go. Sable frowned when she saw a dark, tattered face with soiled clothes. It was a male, all right, and he wasn't too happy. A glare was shown with his hazel eyes, and Sable's heart skipped a beat. Sable definitely didn't know him; it was just . . . that glare. There was just something about it -- some sort of a power or something behind the not-so-innocent face.
Well, really, his face did seem a little innocent. He looked to be about the age of fifteen; only a tiny bit older than Sable. As she was staring at the boy, Sable realized that she hadn't asked any questions, and figured that she'd better do so. "Who are you?" she demanded, attempting to shoot a glare back at the guy. It failed.
The silence that he gave in response got Sable boiling. She might have been quiet and such, but her temper was something, and impatience was a great flaw in her life. Nevertheless, Sable was getting angry and thoroughly irritated with the stranger. "Come on!" she prodded; though it was a bit more of a prod. More of a shove.
When the male continued on with his stubbornness, Sable got extremely frustrated. There was absolutely no communication! 'Ugh!' she screamed in her head, raising up her fingers to shred her hair with utter and complete madness. "Honestly, person. We need to talk. You're sitting here, thumping along, and we're getting nowhere. Can you at least say -something-?!"
Again, the male refused to speak. He didn't even mutter a word or throw out a tiny grunt. He was impossible! "Just impossible," Sable muttered, crossing her arms. For a second, the male blinked at her. Then he took off.
"Woah! Huh? Oh crap!" Then she remembered. She crossed her arms. 'Gosh! He's sneaky man, isn't he?'
Sable, once recovered, jumped to her feet and pumped her legs to gain pursuit of her newly deemed enemy. Her lungs were burning by the time she caught even a little glimpse of his black hair and tan skin. She gulped when his rags were clearly shown, but Sable tried to push the guilt away and gasped, attempting to focus more on her running.
Speaking of the running, it wasn't doing so well. He was way too fast, and Sable was getting worn out. Once she had gone for what Sable imagined miles and miles, she quit, even though this girl wasn't much of a quitter. Sable knew she would regret this in the future, but she couldn't go on. He was too fast.
Panting and slowing down, Sable bent down, hands on knees, to recover from the devastating try. "But I won't give up . . . just you remember that, Thumper!"
After that threat that "Thumper" didn't hear, Sable turned around to trudge back home. Back to what we call "the orphanage".
