Scars Across My Face [Evelette]
04-18-2013, 10:13 AM
Languid strides propelled her bodice forward. Pads drumming against the earth as she set off at a decent paced canter. The morning sun glittered off of her ivory fur, making her almost glow in the mornings light. The scent of a rogue upon her pelt was beginning to fade, replaced by the unity and the strength of Valhalla's. She did not regret her decision to join the pack in the slightest. They seemed noble, kind, forgiving but not so weak as to be walked upon. The announcement of a slave confused her, but she had not been around enough long enough to really judge upon it. Arkhein had been infamous for low ranking prisoners, she understand that betrayal was met with dire consequence. The dame had been out for a hunt, not necessarily to bring anything back for Valhalla, just to keep her skills fine tuned and ready. Training had been something she enjoyed ever since she had joined Arkhein, a past time that she had indulged in more than once. She supposed it was mere imprinted in her blood at this point, she moved out of habit, made sure her body, at least, was ready for any task her new family might throw at her and that's what Valhalla was becoming, her family and she was loathe to disappoint them. Tracking the herd of deer, had taken her out of Valhalla's territory, but she had been told no law of this being forbidden, so she had not hesitated to leave. The scents took her to the west, icy blue eyes flickering to her surroundings with every step she took. She was aware of everything, always ready, always prepared. If Freak had given her nothing but pain he had at least taught her to survive. A different scent reached her nose, a rogue, a loner, a male by the taste of it upon her tongue. She pulled her bodice to a halt, debating silently which target she should pursue. If the male proved to be dangerous, she was too far from Valhalla's borders to really do much. She sighed, damn her curiosity. She glided between the trees, blue eyes widening slightly at the massive, muscular form before her, and she hoped like hell he wasn't going to kill her on sight. She wasn't sure she could win this fight just by his sheer mass alone. Tentatively, and displaying none of her slight hesitation, she paced forward, keeping a respectable distance from him, she spoke softly a smile lighting her maw. "A beautiful day is it not?" Speech, |