Somehow she'd managed to lose the presence of her massive body guards again, not that she really was afraid of this establishment. They were off somewhere, she'd find them again soon. Surely she hadn't wandered too far away from them. Though her galaxy touched paws brought her further from them into a beautiful lush wood. The willows were gorgeous, sweeping over the ground like beautiful plant dresses. The thin she wolf would utter a soft sigh as she grew more comfortable within the shade of the trees, sunlight filtered down through the thickly leaves boughs and speckled her coat and enhanced her celestial markings. Brilliant blue eyes took in the peaceful world around her, and contentedly she would decide to rest here for a spell. There was peace and quiet and solitude. Faria didn't actively seek such conditions but with the immense wolves she lived with she didn't often get to enjoy these simple amenities. Her star spattered tail would flit lazily at her hips as she coiled her haunches beneath her. Another little sigh left her lips as she sat back, completely relaxed and enjoying this little patch of forest. ""

who do you think you are

The top is so high so your roots are forgotten, Giving is good as long as you're getting, What's driving you is ambition and betting, You're swelling out in the wrong direction You've got the bug, superstar you've been bitten, Your trumpet's blowing for far too long Climbing the snake up the ladder, but you're wrong.

Not to mention that it was her little patch of forest. Claude had wandered off to hunt something -- which had taken many, many chosen words to get him to leave her side. He was so worried because she was in heat, and he wanted to beat back all the boys that dared to look at her. But come on, she as beautiful. Who wouldn't want to look at her? She giggled softly as she watched the star spangled female come towards her willows, flitting behind the base of the one that she settled under. She could tell with the eased sighs from the girl's mouth that she was quite content under her tree. For now. Rozenn was a possessive creature, and since she had been here first, this was her tree. Her forest. She only deserved the best, after all. The woman waited for the other to settle before she let out a smooth laugh, slipping out from her hiding spot. Silver eyes took in her galactic coat, jealously flashing in her silver eyes. "I would be careful, mon cher, someone might try to skin you for that pretty pelt you have," Roze's vocals were smooth, French accent apparent in her words. She eyed the little dear, almost hungry as she took in the sight of her pretty coat. Oh how beautiful she would be, wearing a pelt like that. She sat down, curling her white marked tail around her side. Sneering at the other, she rose a paw and inspected her perfect black nails. "But you don't have to fear me, non. That would be too... how do you say?" she paused, raising her head to eye the woman again. "messy." A toothy grin was offered to the dame, placing her striped leg back on the earth before her. Yes, what a shame. She would get coated in blood if she was to steal her pelt, and her rusty form did not look good covered in that stuff. It bunched her fur up together and was rather irritating to wash out.

"SPEAK"
"French"

Rozenn Simone Maxime

Faria was young and inexperienced, and to say she wasn't cautious was a gross understatement. With her tall guards as friends she had nothing in the world to fear. She hadn't noticed the scent that should have been all to close for comfort, but with the peacefulness that hung in the air she had little reason to look. She knew to stay away from pack lands but that was about it, she would go where ever else she pleased no matter who thought the land belonged to them. Though no matter how fearless the yearling was she still jumped at the sudden laugh. Features would swiftly swivel to the form of the other woman, her own gaze impetuous as she stared back. She'd watch as the glint of jealousy flashed and her lips would pull back into a smirk. She was getting used to being looked at by everyone she came across here. The feeling of another's eyes roving her gorgeous pelt was welcomed, she couldn't help but enjoy the attention. Though the she wolf offered nothing but advice in her vocals Faria knew she was making the comment because she herself had thought to attempt such a feat. Not that she had any chance of getting very far. "Maybe, but they'd have a real hard time trying." There was nothing but amusement in her young gaze as she answered, listening as she was assured she would be safe around the russet woman. She couldn't help the giggle that fluttered from her vocals at the other woman's words and demeanor. She seemed so.. snooty? Much like the priests she'd always held disdain for in her homeland. "Nothing is too messy." She'd answer back, thinking of all the times she'd mud wrestled with Mithras, or played in the moldy old dead leaves that littered the ground of the forests. She was used to messy, it wasn't a real adventure if someone wasn't covered in something nasty. ""

It would seem that the young girl was not as daft as they came, but she in no way held a burning toad to her. The jealously that had flashed in her own metalic eyes has been picked up by the star ridden gal, pulling a smirk to her lips. Oh how she envied those pretty spots, but she wouldn't give her stripes away. No, there weren't many others that she ran into that had been adorned with stripes quite like hers, but neither has she seen a wolf that looked like she got barfed out my a galaxy. And she also didn't squirm when she eyed her. Mmm, either ballsy, or she was wrong and the dame was stupid. Only time would tell, she supposed. Tearing her gaze from the other, she looked over her shoulder for her brother. Maybe it was a good thing that he wasn't here, she was quite the looker. Ears quivered as words left the blue one's mouth, her rusty head turning to eye her once more. A brow shot skyward at her statement, was that a challenge on her lips? "I wouldn't challenge me, little missy. I don't take things like that lightly," she warned, a growl lingering in her words. If she dared to challenge Rozenn, than so be it. That was the one thing that she didn't mind getting getting dirty for -- a fight. Just don't touch her face, our you would walk away missing one. Eying the little beast, she pulled her hindquarters to the earth and settled on her rump. White marked tail curled around herself as she listened as the girl spoke next, saying that nothing was too messy. That very thought caused Roze to shutter, a look of horror passing her pretty face. Now she was skeptical of this creature, how could a woman as pretty as she enjoy to get dirty? It was blasphemy, really. font color="#8c9b59" style="font-size:12px;">"Stupide étoiles face femme ne sait même pas ce qu'elle a. Peut-être que je devrais prendre loin d'elle." She muttered in French, calming her frayed nerves over the thought of getting messy. Yes, she would take much better care of that coat than the tiny fae could ever dream of. But she was young still, perhaps she ha not just yet learned the meaning of beauty. Sitting in front of quite a looker herself though, honestly the stranger should be more grateful. It was hard not to mock the star spangled doe, so much sass just building up in her mouth and wishing to be spilled out. "I don't do messy." She grumbled, a strong set in her shoulders as she eyed the smaller woman down. She dared her to say anything else, she was just itching for an excuse to take that coat and wear it on chilly days. "SPEAK!" "SPEAK FRENCH"

Art by Evelyn

The woman who'd approached her had the scent of another on her, just like Mith and Caia were very much obvious on her. Though Faria had her doubts that the russet queen's partner could hold a candle to her siblings. She wasn't stupid though, she had no intentions of pushing this woman's buttons so when her rather hard stare would pierce her cyan gaze Faria would just shrug. She wasn't going to give up with out a fight if someone did decide they wanted to skin her. She just spoke the truth. Surely her body guards would also have a word to say to whoever decided to lay a paw on her. Obviously this woman didn't know what a good time was as a look of horror played across her features in response to Faria's easy words. Yup, just like those priests, though probably more like her priestess cousin. The girl was afraid of bugs, never touched the dirt (wet or dry), and squealed oh so loud when threatened with mud. She'd gotten more than a few scoldings for that. The woman would mutter in another language, Faria would tilt her head curiously. She didn't know what she said, but she knew she didn't appreciate the tone in which it was given. She'd go on to mutter in english once more, her stare hard and antagonizing once more. The galactic child was certainly not appreciating the woman's rudeness. "Your loss I guess." She'd say with another shrug, her voice playful if not becoming a little bored. There would be no fun games to play, no wrestling or adventure from this dull old lady. All she wanted to do was disturb poor Faria's peace and quiet. Sounded a lot like her cousin Ethica. ""