could it be?
10-23-2016, 02:45 PM
The final spark can see him coming from a long way off, and her tail flails wildly behind her as she moves to meet him. Dad! Dad was here! He was real, he was here, and he'd come for he-- A shift in the wind brought the scent toward her. It wasn't him. She falters, nearly tripping over her paws. There's something in her heart and everything seems to drop like a ton of bricks. Oh how Lux aches. No. This couldn't be. A different scent, but... but he looked like dad. Oh gods it hurts. How does she explain her way out of this one. Stopping where she's landed, the girl sits promptly on her haunches. Quietly. Yes, she will be quiet for now. When he's close enough to introduce himself, her tail wags once more. Prismatic eyes catch light with a tilt of her head, and she bows it slightly in respect of the man. "Please, accept my apologies. I thought you were someone else." Right. Don't give too much away. Keep your hand close to your chest. They'd taught her well, but she's not unfriendly. Glimmering eyes and a soft posture, easy over the knees. He was taller and more solidly built (not unlike her father and brother), than the young athletic. There is hurt somewhere in her gaze, but she makes all efforts to appear gentle and... well... she's Lux. She always looks vaguely political. "Luxanna Crownguard. Lux, if you'd rather." Her voice is a bell tone, and her tail wags. Clean, fluffy, clearly having not been rolling around in the Thicket for too long. A dull ache in her soul, somewhere far off. At least this Bass creature is friendly. What sort of surname is Destruction, though? Curious, but she does not pry. Luxanna Crownguard plan comes together |
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