I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC
07-02-2013, 06:25 PM
Fagile murmurs of a lurking presence would encourage the banshee to pace, moving with manifest purpose towards the recently staked boarders of her new kingdom. Agile figure wound between the irregular spotting of baby-pine?s, adequate muscle fluctuating beneath the russet surfaces of stoic leather as the youth carried herself at a resolute trot. Scabbing wounds bound her nape, superficial grazes etching against the structures of her limbs, but still she moved with poise, with soundness; only the pleasurable reminders of a well-won victory carried proudly upon her shoulders. The numbers of her pack were still unknown, but there was no doubting they would be slim; as were the suggestions of close family ties within Glaciem, their elders luring relatives and friends alike to an unadorned haven. It didn?t bother her really, numbers were not of importance to the youthful queen.
The banshee moved with poise, an obvious spring of royalty evident within her wounded gait. Ebony pelt contrasted greatly with her pallid surroundings, meandering a respectful few yards from Glaciem?s novel border. Though what was this? A sudden sense of familiarity clawed at the russet youth?s senses, nostrils quivering with interest as the memories ofa brief meeting came crawling back. The fae?s name had slipped her mind, but Eos? remembered her as a tolerable personality; frisky and testing, perhaps, but tolerable. Had she herself also recently come out on top of a battle? The tell-tale markings of war tattered her dark flesh. Eos paused a safe distance from the elder lady, limbs squaring beneath her as elegant tail would raise in a mild show of dominance; she was queen now, and she would ensure visitors were aware. ?We are not as unacquainted as I had predicted, what conveys you to Glaciem?? speech was balanced, void of evident emotion, pale gaze skimming the extents of the vixen?s injury.
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