Taking on a New Land
12-01-2013, 03:39 PM
The tall golden woman was enjoying these western lands, they were quite unique to anything she had seen. Here she had come to the place called the Barren Dunes, where there was nothing but a desert for miles. It was nothing for her, for she knew the way out if she were unable to handle the dying heat of the day. A quavering howl, full of distress, met her tall auds. Picking up her broad paws, the dancer bounded over the hot sand dunes in the direction the call had come from. She caught sight of a fox like creature, and slowly approached. Against the sand, she was invisible for all but her thick silver bangle and grass green eyes. Her mezzo soprano voice slid from between her ebony lips as she came up behind the creature, which she soon deduced to be a wolf, a she wolf. "Is something wrong?" She asked the stranger, moving to the smaller dame's face and lowering her less than delicate cranium to the reclining fae's level. Grass green eyes, the pupils ringed with gold, stared into ice toned optics curiously. An abnormally long banner swung a few times in a friendly manner, brushing against the sand below, much to the willowy golden femme's dismay. She awaited a reply calmly, in case the smaller wolf would take her appearance before her wrongly and become aggressive. Speech, Thought, Others, |