Gotta keep my feet moving
07-23-2017, 06:13 PM
She moves on silent paws, trotting along in a slow and easy rhythm. So much of the land the woman had yet to discover and as she traveled in the south she catches just the faintest hint of packs. This sparked her interest as her only interactions thus far had been with loners like herself. For a moment she ponders on the thought of a pack, of her joining a pack. Could she settle amongst the company of others and under the rule of an alpha. When she had come here that was the last thing that had crossed her mind. What if she started her own? With a shake of her head she expels the thoughts, now was not the time. The demoness would only bring hell upon a pack that would snatch her up. She wasn’t meant to be ruled.
Cerulean optics look about, noting the quaintness of the land around her. Such a stark contrast this was to the Northern lands she had passed through earlier. Nares flared lightly catching the scent of bison but knowing that it would be near impossible to take one on her own. Her stomach growls to her in acknowledgement of hunger but for now Quill pushes it aside. Audits snap forward at the sound of moving water though and this brings the woman forward. Within moments she is upon the creek and without hesitation she treads into the water. It is cold around her paws and this brings her to the surface from the confines of her mind. Maw dips greedily as it breaks the surface, pulling in the cool liquid in hurried gulps. She lifts her head and it runs down the sides of her façade in an unfeminine matter. Crania gives a shake and the water is expelled from her fur, tongue swiping up the last drops from cream lips.
It’s then that something catches her attention. Or rather a someone as her eyes lock on to the movement of another wolf. Curiosity pulls her forward, inner demoness grinning in the hopes of an interesting interaction. As she draws nearer she takes in the girl’s stature, looking to be about a year younger than Quill. Nostrils open to allow the air to enter and she catches the faint scent of others. So this girl belonged to someone. Interesting. Her strides are confident as warrior-built slate and ebon frame begins to hopefully close the distance if the stranger doesn’t leave in the opposite direction. It’s as if the woman slithers along the ground, eyes glinting with intent and determined interest. When she grows near she moves to stop infront of the girl, giving her just enough room to be polite. Head is set high upon broad shoulders and tail arches over the top of her back. ”And who do we have here?”
Cerulean optics look about, noting the quaintness of the land around her. Such a stark contrast this was to the Northern lands she had passed through earlier. Nares flared lightly catching the scent of bison but knowing that it would be near impossible to take one on her own. Her stomach growls to her in acknowledgement of hunger but for now Quill pushes it aside. Audits snap forward at the sound of moving water though and this brings the woman forward. Within moments she is upon the creek and without hesitation she treads into the water. It is cold around her paws and this brings her to the surface from the confines of her mind. Maw dips greedily as it breaks the surface, pulling in the cool liquid in hurried gulps. She lifts her head and it runs down the sides of her façade in an unfeminine matter. Crania gives a shake and the water is expelled from her fur, tongue swiping up the last drops from cream lips.
It’s then that something catches her attention. Or rather a someone as her eyes lock on to the movement of another wolf. Curiosity pulls her forward, inner demoness grinning in the hopes of an interesting interaction. As she draws nearer she takes in the girl’s stature, looking to be about a year younger than Quill. Nostrils open to allow the air to enter and she catches the faint scent of others. So this girl belonged to someone. Interesting. Her strides are confident as warrior-built slate and ebon frame begins to hopefully close the distance if the stranger doesn’t leave in the opposite direction. It’s as if the woman slithers along the ground, eyes glinting with intent and determined interest. When she grows near she moves to stop infront of the girl, giving her just enough room to be polite. Head is set high upon broad shoulders and tail arches over the top of her back. ”And who do we have here?”
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