water princess

m é l i s a n d e




she's awoken. like a butterfly born just minutes ago, she was fresh in this world of boreas. by fate she would later name it; forgiving her hard & faulty journey and all it took to end up here. so from her previous lay and slumber, the small melisande began her proceedings. dainty legs collecting her form as she stood to a pathetic height- reddish orbits confronting her path with weariness.

midday offered her some warmth from the occasional nips of bleak wind. her agenda was a simple one: find wolves. albeit friendly wolves would've been ideal.. but truly any would do for the crimson fae. her naivety was ripe and her eyes were youthful but by luck, she never seemed to tarnished. or perhaps, it was her determined personality that refused to darken. as she saw it through with sincerity and that hopefully, it would guide her to the right home.

it's then she's met by a harsher scent. a loud one: one that was left by someone who wanted to be known. "Alpha.." she whispered to herself. suddenly then, many scents sprung from over the marker. immediately mel halts, not daring a toe over the apparent borders but instead stands with her chin momentarily lifting upwards to release an effeminate howl of arrival. listening then with erect ears, she hears the trickling creek further down. glistening eyes curious as she awaited the leader. face relaxed and kind: mindful of her manners with a lowered tail.



"talk" "think"