Tragic Magic
01-10-2014, 05:48 AM
Boredom. That was the only word to describe the irritation that she felt just laying there beneath the tree in the snow. The budding branches didn't offer much protection from the falling snow, but the tuxedo dame gave no mind to it. Of course Glaciem's fun had died down since the war, in which it was a magnificent victory all in itself, she was happy she had pulled herself to the cause able to defeat two enemies in her kings liege. However she was not a fool, not foolish enough to bask in the glory of her winnings. Because even then if you got too accomplished with yourself, it would only lead to your downfall if you were a woman who knew of power itself. Even when these thoughts crossed her mind, it was only she itching for some sort of excitement into the cold world that she had been born in. The lady's tail gave an irritated flick in the snow, every time it scattered the white matter all over the place. Of course the cool night air offered some sense of sustenance to the woman, as she had been born in these cold times her magnificent coat was more adapted and fluffy. The whites and grays glossy with the fluffy thick fur that insulated her to keep the body warm. Her cyan eyes shining brightly, until she scanned over the creek, to spot a man white, with red marking the fur like blood splattering to pieces in a shattered pattern. Not only did his coat catch her attention, it was a male she had not seen before. Though debating weather or not to approach him was a fair decision all in itself. She did not wish to bother him on trivial matters, for it was rude to do so. Raising her body, she shook it free of snow, fur only following in a slow motion pattern. Until of course she kept her head slightly low to her shoulders on relative side as she approached. Keeping the distance between a few feet away, from herself, and this blood stained brute. Her breathe came out in a thin veil of mist, able to see every time she took in a deep breath and let it out. Which was the same with him, strong heaving breaths of a healthy man of Glaciem. In which was always a pleasure to meet, as it was with any wolf. Wolves, and their personalities, she loved them, she loved them all. "It's not often that wolves wander the territory with night looming over." She said, in soothing tones. They were backed up by the light accent of Russian underneath it. Though it was still prominent to hear, it wasn't a total mystery to see of her heritage. The thick fur, muscles prominent not in usual females more over of the warriors of the north in the men. The finely defined coat of white and gray. Blending in, not so naturally, but uniquely the same. As for her black tail that was far darker than the rest of her. Along with the cyan eyes that shined brightly, nearly glowing with the neon color that they radiated. Much less to say for the rest of her. Speech, |
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