Blood on the Dance Floor {Joining}

*Alena* · 09-21-2013, 05:38 PM

Silence and stealth. That is what Alena had embodied and made her mission to be at one point in her life. Her skills had gotten rusty and her physique had waned, thanks to her pregnancy, and now she was determined to work those skills to a fine point once again. She had gotten into the habit of testing herself as she did her patrols around the pack borders, slipping quietly around the huge trees. Her muscles had ached from misuse at first, but after a few days she began to get back into her old habits, her muscles remembering the old patterns of movements she had created. That's what she was doing now, stalking the borders of Amenti and practicing her trade.

That is how she stumbled across the ebony fea that approached her borders, smelling not of any particular pack, but of a rogue. She hung back, hidden in the shadows, to see what the newcomer would do. Unsurprisingly the fea's call rang out, a lovely voice certainly. Not wanting to keep the woman waiting, Alena stepped out of the shadows, padding over with her body held confidently.

"Well hello there," she said politely, her violet gaze meeting her catching two-toned gaze with interest. "What brings you to Amenti, lovely?" she asked with a smirk, catching her speaking slightly like Medusa would. Alena had learned a lot from Medusa and apparently her mannerisms were beginning to bleed over into her personality.

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