"Speech" Thoughts Optics of lavender churned out through the dense forestry, striking yet reserved as ever. Her silver brows remained stagnant, yet the winter had played with her hue as per it's usual ways, giving the ivory femme the dark silver points she usually bares. Her usually ivory hue, rich with milk was stained at the edges with a very light dusting of the sun kissed air. Frigid as it was, the frost of the morning made dew at the tips of her slender pelt. Her flat, small pads tucked beneath her small bodice where she lied. Forepaws drawn out before her, stretching at the end of long, slender legs. Long and narrow maw failed to lift as of yet as her gaze had just opened to the morning light. Petite, yet flexible figure remained where it was, kissed by the morning sun as it was. In the up most of near silence the young femme rose to her delicate, small feet, standing no taller than the stump of a great pine, her petite and fit young figure, stained with dark silver about her, a gentle shake and flush of a slight headache ridiculed her frontal lobe for a moment, like a powerful flow of emotion and reaction she froze where she stood, nearly riddled immobile with momentary pain. She had wandered for so long, her figure feeling sore and longing to stay down for a longer period of time before rising and continuing on her search. One that would help her find a life, or begin one. The borders were closer than they felt, may of them surrounding her at once. And she could only hope she would be welcomed in one way or the other. She didn't fear a possible death, but was going to keep it at bay if she could. The fit young femme padded forth after allowing something of a bow to stretch out her thin bodice, long, thin legs balanced her easily over the smooth terrain, she knew she had to hurry, for this was the last morning she wished to face alone for the time being in unfamiliar grounds. Word Count :: 354 Tags :: -- Mood :: Tired

With the storm passing and the lands calming, life had returned to Alacritis and went on as it always did. And yet the woman found herself plagued with sinking thoughts, and in an effort to free her mind she would wander. A day or two at most she would leave Valhalla behind - perhaps she would find another lupine that would want to join the ranks, or visit one of the surrounding packs that she was allied or wanted to create an alliance with. For now though, she would travel the slope of the rock garden, her eyes peering at the spectacle laid out before her. The morning glinted off of the rocks that laid out over the plains. Dew shone on the grass below her feet - it was a lovely sight. And yet she would struggle to appreciate the morning. Loss always hit hard, and she had been struck with it multiple times now. Her father with age, her mentor with the floods, and now one of her oldest friends with the hurricane. It was her fault - she had moved Valhalla from Vericona to the islands in an attempt to keep them safe.



She had led Demonio to his death and threatened the lives of all that she held dear.



With a sigh the woman would carry herself forward a bit further, before the soft scent of another lupine wafted beneath her nose. Apparently she was not here alone - which was surprising as the Eastern lands were quiet in comparison to the north and south. Yet a loner here and there was not such a rarity, and with a smidgen of curiosity she would lift her one-eyed gaze to see if the other wolf was within her sights. By scent alone she could tell that the other was a loner, and a female - but everything else was unknown to her until she saw her.



Although Chrysanthe was not exactly craving company, she was a social lupine. Perhaps meeting this new femme would take her mind off of the regret that lingered in her consciousness. Approaching the other, she would pause when she finally caught sight of the ivory dame. It seemed she had somewhere to be? "Where are you off to, stranger?" She would question should the other slow down in regards to her presence. "Would you mind a bit of company for a bit?" If she would rather continue on her own the russet faced woman would respect that and carry on alone.

"Speech" Thoughts An overwhelming flow of warmth fell to the femme's forehead and he lowered her dial in an attempt to escape it. The beating matched that of her heart's rhythm, though the pain of it was increasing abruptly with each step she took, causing her to slow her pace down to something of a crawl for a moment of time. There was a brief moment of relief and she took it upon herself to shake her dial to rid it of this pounding, pulsating pain that snuck up on her so rapidly. Her dials peeled open as the pain subsided for the time being, her lavender optics lit the dim light before her, a tree's shadow canopy cascaded over her for a moment as she walked over the edge of the rocky lands, the sun faded slowly and the dew ridden grass soaked at her delicate paws, lavender gaze falling, exhausted, on individual boulders surrounding her, watching the silky texture of the smooth, damp rocks leading away from her, immediately her dial followed, and her auds lifted from being peeled against her skull. Could it be someone? A fae? soft violet optics stayed still for a moment, he petite figure stopping slowly in it's narrow path, following the rich green grass beneath them without a care as to the direction they were going. Her obsidian nostrils flared to catch the scent of this other fae, unfamiliar of course, but strong. She was no wanderer like this loner, a danger? Maybe. But she took a moment to think on this, and the many possibly situations to follow their foreseen meeting. Her mind raced with situations being set up in her mind, but they were stopped in their tracks as another overwhelming flow of pain pushed into her frontal lobe. The ivory far sighed as he optics once again opened back up, this time to the sudden, surprising sound of the other fae she had gained scent of from further away. Her slender bodice jolted for a moment in surprise to hearing the silky vocals being directed towards herself. A large, professional looking fae stepped closer to her. Blinking rapidly for a moment the fae let herself relax before straightening her sad looking frame, turning her stance into a more confident, less ill appearance in front of new company. Her snow colored frame stood elegantly over the grass, smiling delicately at the kindness of the fae's tone, "I wouldn't mind at all, m'lady." She automatically replied, thinking on it for a moment, an angelic voice spilled forth with a French accent hidden behind the syllables. "May I ask, have I impeded upon claimed lands? I wish not to offend anyone, or send out an alarm." She shifted her gaze, auds laying back in a moment of shame for she knew she should have known better. Word Count :: 468 Tags :: Seren! Mood :: Tired