Who's the fairest of them all?
Since early morning S'alkrie was not in the glaciem borders, straying away and yet not far enough to be considered lost. She had found herself among many flowers, and the one thing the placid babe loved was the look of the waxy petals, and the feel as though they where of fine silk. But today the youth was in no mood to be all alone, and she would soon find herself running back home to Glaciem, with a single rose clasped firmly in her jaws. She wanted to explore, but perhaps today she didnt have to be alone, after running for around ten minutes, S'alkrie would slide back within the borders, placing the flower by her paws before making a few short, snappy howls for Drashiel. She knew he'd be close, knowing him well enough to know he had no yet left the borders of there home. She often wondered where he stands with his father, was he one of his favourites? Or just a son. S'alkrie never had to care about any of that stuff, she was adopted in, one of the only pups who was not sired by the king. She could barely remember her father, only that he had left a permanent, and rather nasty looking scar upon her belly. Still insecure about her imperfection, she has told no one. Impatient she began to be. Though she presumed he'd come quickly she would begin to lay down, waiting for whenever he decides to see her.
| Drashiel Armada |
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Drashiel was tangled up in the Mile-High woods when he heard the call of his best friend. Grinning he twisted and writhed before he slunk down the tree limbs and landing on the ground with a soft plunk right on his back. Standing up he shook out his coat and made a beeline right for the sound where she was waiting for him. It had been awhile since they'd gone exploring together though the new territories felt more like home now then some grand, alien territory. "Sal'krie!" He chriped as he playfully attempted to tackle her, right leg seeking to drape over her shoulders the left around her chest as he moved to lick her cheek. "How are you?" |