This not so simple life
01-10-2014, 04:32 PM
A woman would approach. Soaking wet, her pelt awry, but friendly nonetheless. A smile would grace russet features, muscles slowly relaxing. "Hello." She would face the woman, her tail wagging in response, retuning the gesture of friendliness. "I'm Sibelle." The queen would offer an introduction, taking in her strangely marked pelt at the same time. Rich ebony was interrupted by a vibrant red that covered her front legs and crept up her chest and over one eye. Just her looks made her an unforgettable face. Another's company lightened her brooding mood, the prospect of a new friend brought a sense of happiness to the woman. Talk like this |