When the price is right...
11-23-2013, 11:34 PM
Immediately a question would be spurned from the ebony dame's lips, and a smile would dance upon the lady's features. Her voice would be expelled from her ebony lips, ethereal tones filling the air. "Simply because everyone deserves a chance, and Ludicael is not a pack of goodie two shoes, entirely." She informed the newcomer, shrugging calmly, her gaze never truly leaving the fiery eyed woman before her. It was not very long before another question, followed by a long statement, would come to her sensitive ivory audits. "I myself like this pack very much, it is where I met my beloved." She said, smiling as she remembered that day. It took no time for Magnus to take a liking to her, and the two became quickly inseparable. She would continue easily, her whisper of a voice tinged with a faint Russian accent floating through the air to meet the dame's ears. "Well, most packs do not mind if you would take a mate outside the pack. Mating inside the pack is no different, in fact, it is easier. There is no worrying about what to do about pups, or the laws of the other pack." She explained, her voice lilting and weaving softly through the air. She beat her silky banner upon the floor once, an absentminded gesture that sent her raven feathers twirling erratically. "I shall call Jupiter for you, she can explain anything else you may need to know." She told the dame, smiling as she lifted her cranium to the skies and letting her voice escape, a long quavering howl with beautiful, intricate lyrics that were inscrutable to understand, but made one stop and listen nonetheless. When her voice faded, she lowered her cranium to fix her liquid mercury pools upon Aislin. Now, all they would do was wait. |