GLACIEM & AMENTI
10-10-2013, 10:12 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-10-2013, 10:19 AM by Impra.)
.ooc. Yumps, since i'm thinking about making Levada inactive for a while I'm going to say she's adjusting to the cold weather rather horribly and has holed herself up in a den whilst she fights the sick. The warrior goddess would stride elegantly over the snow of her home land, its cold grip lost to her as thick creamy fur draped her toned bodice. The moon's vibrant rays tickling the perfect pelt as she sashayed underneath its bounty. Her persona would enjoy the darkness that the night brought her the relief from the sun's dreadful rays would entice her to be wakeful during dark hours. Her mind was a mix of thoughts of future, past, and least of all present. Vask would dance through her meditating mind as thoughts of the future war would coincide. She had nary talked to her father, and she would lose her chance if she did not hasten herself. It might have already been too late. Cr?me audits would be activated as the bellowing sound of her Kingly father took hold of the quiet night. Her thoughts were destroyed as she realized the weight of his commanding call. They were going to war. With determined strides her lovely limbs would glide over the pale landscape, her destination Isardis's call. She could feel the bloodlust fall over her as eager paws found her in the presence of the pack. Bloody eyes would dissect those who had arrived before herself, her sister, other of her family, and many she did not know. It had been a flaw of hers, others had not looked to seek her out and she would not seek to meet them. She would give a respectful nod to Lova, for the ranked she wolf had made an effort to introduce herself. She realized as she strode to pay her respects to the king another giant in her midst. She would stare almost longer than would be polite as the realization over took her, she was not the only wolf to posses an impressive height. Who might this odd stranger be, and why would her father let someone as menacing as he touch his kingdom?She would brush the thoughts of mutiny aside, Isardis would know what he was doing. She would set her colorless gaze once again on her ghostly father as she would present herself to him, quietly relaying a message of desperation as her body went past his. Father, we must talk, it is of dire importance. Her whisper would be sent for his ear as her impressive paws took her to sit by the much smaller, Satis. Speech, |
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