I found a shooting star in the pocket of my jeans
Much to the surprise of the champagne female, she was far from exotic by comparison to the male that came sauntering into view. He reminded her of Jupiter. Oh, Jupiter. His features flashed briefly to the forefront of her mind, and she wondered where he might be now. They hadn't seen each other in quite some time, almost certainly close to a year. This was not the time for reminiscing on old friends. Mismatched gaze roved over the equally tall frame of the wolf before her, tracing the pattern of fiery markings across his pelt. Marred by whorls of ivory and cerulean across his face, in a similar spot to her own splash of dove grey. Fortuitous. Cautious, the femme glanced about for signs of spirits. Was this a sign from the gods? This male matched her own marred features, that could hardly be considered a coincidence. Right? She must be making a correct choice. A deep breath in, and she forced a friendly smile to the surface. It took a surprising amount of effort to make it seem genuine. Sonorous lyrics spilled forth, twisted around the odd lilt of a heavy accent. "Mr. Agnivo," she greeted him warmly, dipping her head respectfully. "my name is Divo Lunashka-Morningstar. I was born in the north, and am seeking a pack that might be willing to take me in. My family recently suffered a loss, and we are scattered. I am hoping to find a purpose and a future within your ranks, if you'd have me." she rattled off the information with only a small hitch to her vocals as memories of her mother were brought back. Bobbed tail twitched idly, if it were still there it might have swished anxiously across her heels. "I am a shaman among my people, trained to commune with spirits and heal others, as well as acting as a mediator amongst the councils of my motherland. I would like to continue my path, if that is acceptable." she was falling back onto her parents' teachings, to be polite and formal above all else. Among equals, falling into vulgarity and friendliness was acceptable. However, this was an alpha. It was important to ingratiate herself to him. "Could you, perhaps, tell me how your pack operates, and its values?" she added at the end, one brow rising in question. Her elbow pushed back against her satchel as it shifted down her flank, adjusting it back into place. "speech" |