Let Them Kneel
12-23-2013, 07:45 PM
Raisa Xanilov oversaw the forest around her with a dull, throbbing sort of distaste. It was not a beautiful grove, or a majestic redwood expanse. No, it grey, and dank, and cold. The dense thicket was nearly impenetrable for a wolf of her stature, and it had taken the better part of her day to work her way here. Where here was, of course... she wasn't entirely sure. It would suffice for now, of course. Raisa herself lat atop the gnarled root of a massive oak. It had curled up and out of the ground, arching some feet above the tangle and thorns. She took refuge there now, waiting for her scout to return. Koros, being smaller and quicker, was much more competent in this damnable place. As if he thinking of him had summoned the small, silver and white fox, he appeared from the thing fog like a ghost. He came to a stop before her and bowed his head in a quick bob, waiting to be addressed. "Well?" she asked. Her voice was sharp and direct, her discontent leaking through. Koros winced, knowing the mood of his lady could be a terrible thing to witness. "Nothing but thicket, bramble, and tangle, your Grace. I'm afraid this goes on for quite some time." Raisa sighed, digging her pale claws into her moss covered perch. Wasn't that just perfect. And they had come too far yet to turn around. What a lovely mess they had wandered in to. "And I'm sure prey is as scarce as sunlight. Oh well. Another hungry night for us, I suppose." She sank down to lay fully upon the large root, flicking her tail for Koros to join her. He had earned a rest. "Speech" Think "Koros" |
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