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Paw prints of my Ancestors



Thorne

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
138
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
42
player
11-04-2018, 09:35 PM
She arrives with the intention to explore. Having recently set paw upon foreign soil, the fae has been granted little time to access her surroundings. A furious stomach and weary bones had forced her into a makeshift shelter, and she spent her first night within these strange lands dozing among the mossy roots of a tree. Now, as daylight warms her mahogany pelt, she dares to venture further.

At first, she merely weaves about the trees, occasionally pausing to inspect her environment. There are a myriad of scents interwoven among the wilderness, and the she-wolf makes note of each as she travels, drinking in each tendril of new information.

Little time has passed, however, when he appears.

He is handsome, she notes, though not with a girly sort of admiration but rather with a blatent honesty. And large. Larger than herself, and her recent travels have not been kind. She is bony and fragile, possessing little muscle and strength. If it ever came to a physical dispute, she does not deny his victory. Perhaps this is why she hides, slipping amongst a clump of bushes and peering out with sharp blue orbs. Her dark pelt blends amongst the muted hues of the forest, and it would take a sharp pair of eyes to spot her, and so she waits, watching with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, her stomach writhing with each.

Finally, he settles beside a tree, seemingly content to wait, though for what she does not know. It is only then that the she-wolf dares to step out from the undergrowth, casually shaking moss and scraps of leaves from her pelt. She moves a few steps closer, allowing him to fully see her without making herself too vunerable, then inclines her head to tree, eyes narrowing slightly. "What answers do you hope to find among the wilderness?".