Ignition - Fýri recruiting
“Of course.” She purred, tipping her grinning head slightly in a small sign of respect to the magically enhanced wolves before her. Persy was still new to these lands, but if all the wolves were as vibrant as these she supposed even her fox coloration would in some sense be unique. If that didn’t work out her family had taught her how to make paints for the fur and mix in the mother of pearl from shells to give a glittering effect. She wondered if such knowledge would interest them, although truthfully she doubted they would need it.
The fact that the wolves might have been wary of her was lost on her, she had never been particularly perceptive of emotions or of how others viewed her, she had always assumed others either envied her or loved her and never cared to think otherwise. Persephone, a beast of baser instincts like bloodshed and mating had never before considered that there might have been more to life than her immediate needs. Her two headed companion on the other hand, despite their gleeful tittering, silently wondered if she would find herself with the magnificent wolves before her. |