You Better Be Good To Me
04-14-2013, 06:13 PM
The ivory dame would careen across the earth, languid strides that carried the older dame with confidence and a sense of kindness. She was a thin, lithe, creature, on the smaller side, but not overly so. Oculars are clear and as blue as a cloudless day absorbed the beautiful lands that Valhalla called its own. The howl had come, slightly irritated and seemingly distressed, but the winter fae was not one to judge. She arrived swiftly, blending seamlessly amongst a crowd of strangers, she had yet to meet anyone within Valhalla's ranks aside from Syrinx. Most of that had been to her own violation, she wanted to understand the land and the pray before she acquainted herself with the pack. a bit of knowledge at a first introduction never hurt anyone and Syrinx had accepted her so... quickly. In Arkhein she had been made to prove herself, become worthy of bearing the title. She had been knocked for a loop by his quick acceptance, but she would not spit upon good fortune. She sat amongst the crowds awaiting a command, posture relaxed and languid, curious as to why she had been summoned. Speech, |