Masking Mirrors [Alis]

*Alis* · 07-03-2017, 02:21 PM

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The trek here was tirelessly easy, and the giantess hardly even put any thought to where she was headed. She knew not where she was going, only that she was unsure about what she was even doing here. She had no motive, no connections. She almost missed her brothers.. No. Not plural. It was sweet Acere she missed dearly; his company and unique fierceness. Perhaps one day she would find him, see what he's done with his life and maybe live as a family again. But that was a dream, tucked away in her most precious hopes. It wasn't until she kicked what appeared to be part of a skull that she fixed those ruby eyes on her surroundings. She hadn't a clue where she was, nor did she like it. It was foreign and smelled of vile death. A boneyard filled with poor souls come to pass. Looking around, she realized that not all was lifeless. Nares worked quickly in an attempt to identify the other wolf, though of course she did not know this woman. Alis could only lope forward, a cautious aire radiating from her. Upon closer inspection, the lady was quite as large as she herself was, which was almost a welcoming sight. Her family had large lineage, a seemingly scarce trait. Skeptical but curious about this resident's intent, the greyscaled femme cleared her throat softly before calling to the other, "Excuse me!"
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