Oh he's not the only one
08-25-2013, 01:09 PM
With a twist to the tail Renesme would glide along the solid earth, moving each ligament in a continuous beat to the earths beat as her emerald orbs soak in the rather plain atmosphere, it was only moments later until she would she the sight of two others, one male and the other female. The scent of glaciem would linger on the ebony man where as the other was plain not a wiff of a rival pack or enemy, the smell of blood and guts wouldn't go unnoticed and the snowy dame would be kept on high alert. Watching, would she see the confidance they both hold, each one had there weaknesses, even there strengths yet it would seem that the woman had a way with her words, and had the salmon tounge slightly torn of. Where as the man would show a scar, even wearing it with pride, which would turn out to be a good thing. Scars tell a story- they can be victorious, or even defeat. Silence would be Renesme's answer, her only answer as of yet, staying a few meters away before joining there little meeting; with there tension building it could only bring a smirk to the rosy lips."Speech." |