Sales Pitch
Aurielle
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
A pleasant smile fluttered over the Spirit’s features as Red ducked into the group of newcomers long enough to request a word with her. It wasn’t long after that she managed to find time – the trickle of new wolves had eased – and she slipped away, following his scent amid the crisscross of Nomads and Festival guests’ trails.
When she reached his shelter, Red was in the midst of a project, and she approached silently, sitting to the side and watching with interest as he crafted the project. She was content to let him finish what he was doing, especially since it was interesting to watch.
When he did finish, she smiled, announcing herself with a gently cough before she asked easily, “How go the festivities?”
Her tail flicked to settle over the ground at her side as she studied the man, curious as to what he had wanted to discuss.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
A pleased smile settled onto Aurielle’s features as Red spoke of his enjoyment of the festivities, nodding understanding as he spoke of his hopes. He would see how his wares did soon enough—she would be singing the start of the first Fair soon.
She cocked her head as he got to the meat of his reasoning for wanting a word, and a slight grin bloomed on her jaws as he spoke of his skills, her eyes flicking toward his wares before she turned them back to the man. He wasn’t desperate, that was obvious.
Would she turn him down? Heavens no. “You have already proven your worth as both an intelligent individual, a hunter, and even as a crafter with much knowledge that would see my pack well cared for. I won’t lie, we are in dire need of ambitious wolves who are truly willing to work for a better future and a high rank.”
She settled in, then, explaining about the ranks of Valhalla, each of the Circles, both current, and planned, and how they worked. Now and then she would pause to allow him a moment to absorb, and form any questions, and consider where he wished to run in the Circles.
For all that Laisren was the highest-ranking Hunter in the Hunting Circle, thus far, she had been wholly unimpressed. The only times she saw him actively attending to his duty as a hunter, was when she called the Hunt for the Moose. Calling hunts was a major part of the Predator’s job. And he was failing utterly. And perhaps she was failing in letting him slack.
The only Circle she told him little about, was the Shadow Circle. None of the Common Pack members were to know the true purpose of that Circle—what they didn’t know could not be passed on to other packs by accident, thus stripping Valhalla of an added layer of protection from other packs that might not be amenable to alliances or non-aggression. She would have to watch the pack closely for proper prospects for that Circle to get it started, though. The best candidates would probably be nondescript wolves who were not memorably colored.
She was frank and honest with him, but it was obvious she was more than accepting him to Valhalla’s ranks.
She finished with, “If you need time to choose a Circle, would be ranked as an Outlander for the time being until you choose. What do you think?”
It was her turn to watch him with interest, head cocked as she waited for his final answer.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.