Meet and greet

When her father proposed a trip to the north to meet with another pack, Dusk decided that it would be best if she went with him. Not only would she learn something, but she would be part of the defense system that protected her father and younger siblings. That was pretty much how Dusk saw herself: a protector. The young woman was very confident in her skills. Whisper had become an extension of herself and she rarely went anywhere without her trusty weapon. Even today the cat-o-nine tails draped down the obsidian lady's long, long tail.

Aside from her weapon, Dusk had donned a cloak of thick bison hide. The collar of the cloak was thick and ruffled in the wind. It was good to keep ones cheeks and ears warm and the long, flowing hide blocked the worst of the snowy northern gales. As they moved, the climate became ever colder. Dusk had never experienced such cold, but she would be damned before she'd let anyone know that it affected her. Lynx-tipped ears shifted this way and that. Fire opal eyes followed. In this unknown territory, the fae was on high alert.

As her father halted and addressed them, something in the shadowy girl bristled. She was always on her best behavior, thank you very much. With her father on one side, Dusk stood on the other, keeping everyone else in between. When the call was made, the antlered fae stood tall and regal, ready to carry out this social call, as her father put it.

"Dusk Carpathius"