MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED
She was fucking exhausted, but nothing would stop her now that she was determined. She looked rather haggard about halfway through her trip to Seracia, panting moderately as she continued on her way. Medusa?s injuries hindered her movements, and her constant travel was likely not conducive to a swift recovery. Nonetheless, she was determined as she set out for the pack, knowing that the few times she had spoken to its leader she had at least gotten along with Gerhardt. In her quest for alliances, Seracia seemed to be an obvious stop. Halfway through her journey she stopped, making certain to groom herself, making herself seem beautiful and presentable. The wounds she bore were obvious, but otherwise she looked her typical self. A Madame of the moonlight, with long, luxurious black fur and eyes the color of the moon itself. She wanted to seem powerful and in control, and well, she was quite the harlot. She would greet the Seracians in her normal manner, and if she looked a mess, she doubted she would seem at all sane. She arrived at the borders, taking a moment to compose herself before she produced her voice. Lifting her snout to the air, she noted that the day had begun to wane, the sun slowly kissing the horizon on its descent. After a brief pause she let out her call, hoping that she would receive an answer. She had ambitions, after all, and she didn?t see a reason why her pack would not align with this one. At least, not now, not when she remained the only pack member to reign in and control. That would change with time, but for now she sought strength of others. The serpent would wait outside of the borders, prepared for whoever would greet her, ready to provide the news. |