Inquisition

*Vyvienne* · 12-07-2013, 10:16 PM

There were voices and scents, and where there were such things, the young giantess was bound to search. Long legs carried her towards the source, nostrils flaring as she drew closer and closer to the strangers. Acidic gaze settled upon the forms of her father and sister, and narrowed at the stranger. Alas, she would remain quiet for now, prepared to attack and chase when the opportunity provided itself.
And then she observed the woman going for the bird, eyes widening somewhat in awe of a feat that Vyvienne had not previously considered possible. Ears pushed forward in intrigue, and immediately a familiar sensation rushed through her chest. She walked forwards, revealing herself as she observed the stranger. ?Mine,? she snapped, her head turning towards her father. It was her claim upon the woman, her stamp of approval, however rare. ?Teach me, my huntress,? she demanded, posture stiffening with interest.

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