A Place To Call My Own[Joining]
08-31-2013, 02:21 AM
The silvery sheen of her coat reflected the sunlight. Her intricate mask enhancing her sky blue eyes as she made her way excitedly to Seracian borders. It had only been a day, but her mind would not wander from the handsome Knight Pontifex whom she met the day before. He had told her about Seracia, the pack she had been seeking. And now she would stop at the markers to call forth anyone who was nearby that she could talk to. She hoped it would be Pontifex, and not someone who would be mean or rude or challenge her to make her fight for a place. All she wanted was a home, a place to call her own. She threw back her head, her song releasing from silent grasps as it swept up into the air and carried along on the wind. Her howl told any who heard her that she was harmless, and that she was no threat. A friend and a gentle spirit. Silver tipped ears fell back slightly, pearly whites showing barely through the "O" shape of her jaw as he song carried on. Speech Thought Others |
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