Don't Be Afraid to Say Hi
03-15-2013, 10:05 PM
She was growing more and more every day. Each passing season saw to it that the female was filling out the slim figure that all but sprouted into. Long legs and a slim figure were quickly growing more muscular, and it was apparent that the lupine would be a rather large wolf when she reached her full height and stature. Yet the way that she carried herself was not that of a behemoth - her footsteps were graceful, her gait confident and undettered. Her trips to the battleground had become more frequent, but no longer did she crave the feeling of battle. She was here for business - it was something that she needed more practice in. As on of Valhalla's betas, she would have to get used to coming here to wrangle up members or at least tease them with the prospect of joining their pack.
She had done so once before, but her trip with Demonio, though interesting and had gained her a personal friend - was unsuccessful viewing it as a whole. He had decided not to join Valhalla in the end. The call of another was what brought her toward the heart of the territory, and she tilted her head back and howled back. It was short, simple, to the point. She was not an alpha here, only another lupine. A wolf willing to let the one on the other end of the call know that he wasn't alone. Chrysanthe couldn't tell much about the stranger, other than that they were male. The voice was somewhat baritone, and she couldn't help but wonder just what he looked like.
When she broke through the foliage and got a first glimpse of the brute, she smiled politely, her blue eyes flitting quickly over his figure. He was an adult, but there was something almost youthful about him. He was older than she was, but perhaps not by much? The female let his eyes land on her before she approached him, her tail swaying gently behind her. "Hello there. Don't worry about tresspassing, you're on neutral grounds." She explained to him, wanting him to be able to calm down some. "And although this is at times a battlefield, I haven't come here for a fight."
"My name is Chrysanthe. Are you perhaps, new to these lands? To Alacritis?" The yearling would ask him a few simple questions first, wondering whether there was anything else that stood out to her about him. He... had a peculiar set of eyes, as well as a pattern about him that strikingly resembled her own, or perhaps more precisely, an inverse version of her sister. The girl did her best not to stare, not wanting to make the male feel uncomfortable with a hard pressed gaze, but she couldn't help but wonder whether he had any attachment in his history to her family somehow. They were not markings that she had ever seen on any other.
She had done so once before, but her trip with Demonio, though interesting and had gained her a personal friend - was unsuccessful viewing it as a whole. He had decided not to join Valhalla in the end. The call of another was what brought her toward the heart of the territory, and she tilted her head back and howled back. It was short, simple, to the point. She was not an alpha here, only another lupine. A wolf willing to let the one on the other end of the call know that he wasn't alone. Chrysanthe couldn't tell much about the stranger, other than that they were male. The voice was somewhat baritone, and she couldn't help but wonder just what he looked like.
When she broke through the foliage and got a first glimpse of the brute, she smiled politely, her blue eyes flitting quickly over his figure. He was an adult, but there was something almost youthful about him. He was older than she was, but perhaps not by much? The female let his eyes land on her before she approached him, her tail swaying gently behind her. "Hello there. Don't worry about tresspassing, you're on neutral grounds." She explained to him, wanting him to be able to calm down some. "And although this is at times a battlefield, I haven't come here for a fight."
"My name is Chrysanthe. Are you perhaps, new to these lands? To Alacritis?" The yearling would ask him a few simple questions first, wondering whether there was anything else that stood out to her about him. He... had a peculiar set of eyes, as well as a pattern about him that strikingly resembled her own, or perhaps more precisely, an inverse version of her sister. The girl did her best not to stare, not wanting to make the male feel uncomfortable with a hard pressed gaze, but she couldn't help but wonder whether he had any attachment in his history to her family somehow. They were not markings that she had ever seen on any other.