ardent

is there somewhere?



Lillianna

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
139
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
525
player
keanai

Famous
03-08-2016, 09:04 PM (This post was last modified: 03-08-2016, 09:05 PM by Lillianna.)
He guessed. He guess he was okay. Her aggravated huff after that answer was more than enough to share her opinion on that guess. She was not truly angry, though, and the spike of fear and concern was slowly ebbing away to something more calm, more manageable. He finally, grudgingly, gave an answer in detail, and she nodded slowly. "That makes sense," she murmured, finally taking a step away from the much larger wolf.

Her gaze drifted to the water - but no longer was it serene. Instead, it was near a monster in her mind, hungry, volatile, greedy, grasping at all those who dared cross. It was near terrifying, and she shuddered slightly, glancing away. Nope, definitely not going to cross. As if reading her mind, Lark piped up, commenting with the exact same thing she just thought. "I agree," she sighed quietly, eyes sweeping across the land. She knew this territory much less than the other two; she much preferred the serpent plains side of the river, and the rustling thicket, as opposed the short swath of land on the other side of the plains. Of course, last season it had been wet, sticky, and muddy - more so than any other territory, and that was saying something.

Her gaze drifted back to the brown male standing near her, studying him absentmindedly as his own gaze wandered away from her. What to do now? The adrenaline, it was still in her body, in her veins; there was no sleeping for her, not in the immediate moment anyways. she knew, in a bit, she would be utterly exhausted - and he would be as well, she bet, and sore at that. Hmm, maybe she should try to figure out the herb for soreness and whatnot? No, best to stick to battle herbs. She was no healer, just as she was no fighter. Her scars were proof of the latter, at least. "What now?" she asked, voice still soft - such a contrast to what it normally was. Her tone, her mannerisms; they were not usually gentle but they were this time.She didn't feel like making decisions, being dominant or challenging. Not for the rest of the night, anyways.

"Speech"
"Language"
Art by Penguiduck
Note: Lillie has scars over her right eye and down her cheek. She also has scars under her chin and on her jaw. Her tables and art will most likely not reflect this. Unless it is specified otherwise, assume Lillianna is accompanied by her companion.