The Last Enemy Flatlines
01-03-2014, 12:41 PM
Broad paws would kiss the terra below her, the soft grasses lush and soothing underfoot. Tall audits would perk to the sound of conversation amidst many wolves. Long legs would pick up her pace as she came upon a group of wolves. They were quite interesting, a single male stood amongst three femme's, his colourless flesh piquing her interest. She padded forwards, slowly coming to realize that she was once again the tallest one there. She recognized one of the women as a pale lass who had once sought acceptance into Ludicael, but she had not seen the outcome. The other two were strangers, one quite young to be out here without anyone to look after her, but it failed to matter, youngsters would be themselves and do the things they did because curiosity reigned over them. She heard mention of the male being a King, which was interesting. "Good day to you all." She greeted them with a dip of her delicate tiara. She surveyed the group with her liquid mercury optics once more, a short glance over them to see if she was intruding on something. It seemed they were all newly acquainted as well, as far as she could tell. So she stood a few paces from the group, close enough not to seem afraid, but far enough that she could be seen as politely awaiting a welcome. She held herself as she normally would, head high and posture open, as anyone raised to be royalty should stand. Here she would wait calmly, a soft smile playing at her features while curiosity twinkled in her consuming moonstone orbs. Talk like this |
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