ardent

Maybe it's another chance to mock myself again



Azalea

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
85
size
Medium
build
posts
444
player
07-24-2013, 11:30 AM




A grin and a nod was received in light of her words. She wasn't sure what the grin was about but his eyes seemed sincere. "Perhaps when you are healed we can spar as well?" His voice was smooth and easy and his words caused her stomach to stir. Heavy lashes shadowed her gaze as she looked at him, a bit of a defiant twinkle in them.

"Perhaps," She replied, not agreeing nor disagreeing. It was a surreptitious answer to a straight forward question. She looked him over again, this time with more consideration, taking him in as an opponent rather than just some stranger. He was not built like Gael but they were of a similar height. Azalea had seemed to finally cap out on her growth. Thirty-one inches, nothing spectacular. This wolf had legs to him but by the thickness he had to him, she guessed that all that fur hid well packed muscle.

Her pride would not allow her to deny this male a fight, if he so asked for it. Besides, he was a rogue and she was Heir to the Valhallan throne, she needed to make her people proud. If she were to roll over when a challenge presented itself, how would she look as a future leader?

Azalea was blissfully unaware of the way her body had grown. Sure, she may not be buff and all powerful, but she had a woman's build with all the right curves and looks to kill. Some of the simplest gestures she made were enough to make the males swoon. She knew nothing of love though, outside of that for kin, she was just too young. In another year she would be sexually mature. A year. For now she didn't have males on her brain in any way sexual.

"I almost took a fall into that as well. There really should be some kind of marker, alerting wolves to that cliff. No telling how many wolves have almost fallen in like us, or maybe even tumbled right over the ledge." She followed his gaze, looking past him to where the greenery suddenly grew dark as night. "Like the heads of all those lost to it," Her mind thought eerily. She blinked slowly, inhaling deeply and then sighing.

"What pack are you from, Miss Azalea? I haven't been around many pack wolves before and haven't learned their scents as of yet." Her eyes flicked to his. "Valhalla. Located not too terribly far from here." She tipped her head now, "You are not from a pack... are you from the region? I've never heard of the name Kyra..."




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