the king wants his gold
08-15-2013, 11:48 AM
They approached with purpose, and yet did not call for her at the borders. Chrysanthe was not sure who these wolves were, but they smelled of northern lands - and not of Amenti. She had met the leaders of the renegade pack, yet these two were complete strangers to her - not a hint of familiarity held true when glancing over the features of these lupine. And so she would approach with caution. Perhaps they were of the new, new Glaciem? The pack had belonged to her siblings at one point, but they left it behind soon after claiming it as their own.
She would carry herself with confidence, standing before the pair knowing that should anything happen, these were her lands. They wouldn't come here to cause trouble knowing that. 'So what could they want?' A truce of some sort? Perhaps they wanted to know about Valhalla itself? They were strange looking, to some extent - the male seemed to have little coloration to him that wasn't a pale sort of pink, and the woman was strung together with whites and grays, save for her blood orange eyes. "Greetings, what brings the pair of you to Valhalla?" The alpha would question, and then give them the chance to speak, wondering all the while what they wanted.
She would carry herself with confidence, standing before the pair knowing that should anything happen, these were her lands. They wouldn't come here to cause trouble knowing that. 'So what could they want?' A truce of some sort? Perhaps they wanted to know about Valhalla itself? They were strange looking, to some extent - the male seemed to have little coloration to him that wasn't a pale sort of pink, and the woman was strung together with whites and grays, save for her blood orange eyes. "Greetings, what brings the pair of you to Valhalla?" The alpha would question, and then give them the chance to speak, wondering all the while what they wanted.