get changed for your shore-going clothes
12-13-2014, 04:50 PM
Light as a feather, slighted feet were parading through the clinging snow while a finely chiseled skull looked to the sky with tenacity. Today would be in her favor, she just knew it. Mocha thread slightly dampened by the falling, frozen precipitation bounced with each emphasized step she would take. This place was baren, save for a few spotted trees wiped clean of leaves by winter. She did not enjoy being so far away from the clutches of her beloved mistress known to most as the sea, but she knew very little of this new land. Besides, the season called for many small storms which kept her fur close to the texture she so missed. The only downside was instead of a warm tingle encasing her nostrils, the sharp cold stung with unfamiliarity. She needed a home, protection. Somewhere with food and the security of a pack. She was used to being within family ranks, having multiple persons to speak to when one grew boring. And with good fortune, hopefully today would be the day she found it.
12-13-2014, 09:07 PM
Well, it wouldn't do much good for Natalya to return to Pantheon empty handed. So far on her journey she had done a poor job of recruiting, finding no one at all to bring to their ranks. She had hoped to avoid the cursed battlefield, loathing the place for all of the unnecessary drama that unfolded there and for its despicable memories. But now, realizing that she was having little luck and not expecting to continue her journeying much longer, the Matriarch figured she needed to make a quick stop there.
The sable woman detoured to the place she detested most, grateful for the snow and cold covering the scents of many wolves and blood and gore. Her nose searched the air for the scents of any who had passed frequently, fresher scents being more powerful with the others minimized, and her tongue clicked away until an echo bounced back at her. It sounded like it came from the shape of a wolf for certain, so Natalya raised her head and tail in a regal stance and quickened her approach.
"I must ask you stranger, are you here seeking battle, or something else?"
The sable woman detoured to the place she detested most, grateful for the snow and cold covering the scents of many wolves and blood and gore. Her nose searched the air for the scents of any who had passed frequently, fresher scents being more powerful with the others minimized, and her tongue clicked away until an echo bounced back at her. It sounded like it came from the shape of a wolf for certain, so Natalya raised her head and tail in a regal stance and quickened her approach.
"I must ask you stranger, are you here seeking battle, or something else?"