Into deep waters we tread. [Joining]
07-24-2013, 12:44 PM
ooc: Mind if I butt in? The sounds of a conversation made it's way to the icy temptress' sensitive ears, capturing her attention. One voice was wonderfully familiar, Jupiter, her Alphess. Picking up her pace, the silent woman abandonned all attempts at the hunt, and coaxed her long legs into a trot. Her powerful, dainty paws were soon landing with effortless grace upon the thick mangrove roots. Weaving between trunks, it was as if the she wolf were a ghost, flowing around the trees with breathtaking agility. Soon her eerie silver orbs caught sight of a familiar solar pelt, and she began to travel even faster. Soon her pure white paws touched sand, which made her approach silent. Even with her snowy derma, she was invisible in the shadows of the mangrove. Soon, the shadows started to fade, and the maiden was out in the open. Approaching the Sol, the ivory dame decided it would be a good idea to make herself known, so as not to turn the new mother's anger onto herself. "Good day, Sol." She greeted the superior wolf, dipping her deceptively delicate tiara respectfully. When she spoke, her voice was soft, barely a whisper, and could only be heard if one was truly listening. Her silky vocals were partially marred by a faint Russian accent, and her tone, otherworldly. Her moonstone orbs then turned quickly to take in this other wolf, a smaller creature, who seemed very frightened. She didn't blame him, Jupiter could be very frightening when she wanted to be. An interesting creature he was, a pelt nearly as pristine as her own, but covered occasionally by strokes of grey. His eyes were of a bright gold, that almost glowed. Her olfactory sensor detected the scent of fish, which alerted her to the partially eaten carcass on the ground. A fisher, this new wolf was. How unique. With that, her gaze was returned to her Alpha, to await either a command to leave, or a return of the greeting. She lowered her tall, lean frame to a rest on her haunches, wrapping her long, silky banner around her paws. Twin raven feathers danced while they settled once more onto the thick fur of her tail, and then all on the woman was still. Her face showed little emotion, besides a tinge of curiosity. Her coat flowed like a waterfall over her body, accentuating her feminine curves. So she waited, a statue of the purest marble. |
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