ardent

Master of Puppets



Verana

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
76
size
Large
build
posts
14
player
Alistair
08-17-2016, 02:20 PM
VERANA CUERVO
a raven in a flock of crows
she will destroy as she pleases

She had continued to reside in the North for now. It seemed like this place would be bitter cold if it was any other season other than Summer. Now, the giant star in the sky beat down on these lands and the temperatures were quite nice. Not too chilly and not too burning, only cool breezes would rustle up her coat every once in awhile. A sigh left her lungs as her two toned gaze inspected the area. Tail was not held low by her ankles, it was held high and curled over her spine. A Queen without a crown, she had her own dark intentions for these lands. She would not run into battle though, she had an intricate plan for what she desired. Much like Cruz, she was manipulative and lies slipped from her maw with incredible ease. Not a slender viper, but a strong python who slithered through the lands awaiting to grab a hold of something and slowly coil herself around the victim. Only to suffocate them and feel them struggle in her grasp, to die out in a pitiful way.

Her russet paws stepped into a new land, this time a place that seemed like a beach. Yet, the sands were an onyx color and she took quite a liking to it. Large pillars of hardened and old lava as well as palm trees dotted the place. What a strange place, she liked it though. Maybe for now she would have to call the lands of the North her home. She wondered, were there any packs here who also called this place home? She needed to know, no, she did not want, she needed. Gaze hardened and narrowed as a figure was able to be seen in the distance. Hmm, to approach or to leave alone. Let's cause a little discord in this cold land. And so she did. Powerful russet limbs carried her forth towards the being who seemed to be out here all alone. By the looks, it was a female and she was quite smaller then Verana. "Qué linda niña. (What a pretty little girl.)" The Spanish left her maw, "Lástima que por ella misma. (Shame she's by herself.)" She spoke in Spanish to barely hide her intention, skull raised to get a closer look at the woman. "What's your name?" she merely asked.

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