extreme makeover

Looking at the brilliant toned crystal-infected wolf, the Warlord started to get rather a strange feeling. One that only grew as the wolf opened her mouth and spoke. Sedans distinctive, familiar accent exciting the strangers body. Feeling a little surreal, the Warlord stepped closer to her. Leaning forward, and gently sniffing right at the taller wolf's neck. It was faint, and blended in with other scents, but it was there. A hint of Sedna to go with that familiar voice.

She looked strange, and yet magnificent. “You look… exotic, and strange. Tall, imposing. Was this a change you… wanted, Sedna? It looks good on you, but if you want back I’ll help you find a way” he promised her, having no idea how he would find an answer, but knowing he would look if Sedna asked it of him. Alternatively, if she embraced this new self, he would support that as well. She looked different, but somehow, inexplicable, it was Sedna. his Sedna.


"Sirius Fatalis"