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01-18-2014, 09:24 PM
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Twilight encumbered the wintry scape of Glaciem?s domain, hazy moonlight filtering through the thick conifers looming overhead to cast a becoming silver glimmer across the trampled slush the phantom glided so elegantly upon. There was no set destination in mind and nothing of interest to pursue at this dark hour, and yet she pushed onward as if on an imperative mission appointed by her liege, willowy limbs propelling her through the labyrinth of compacted foliage with an aura of resolute confidence only befitting of a youthful juggernaut like herself. Although teeming with arrogance, the wraith understood her inferior status in relation to the reigning pair and beta and understood it well enough to contain the urge to flaunt her full potential, allowing her skull to remain aligned with the remainder of her spinal column and her tail to sway contentedly at knee-level as she stalked about the territory. The only indicator to her prestigious position within the pack was the way her paws seemed to fall so lightly?gracefully?upon the earth, metallic and amethyst gaze portraying a certain mischief only she seemed capable of possessing?and all for naught.


Pupils darted through the dense vegetation in admiration of the scenery, flickering easily in every which direction until the behemoth form of another perturbed her surroundings, intriguing the banshee instantaneously. Robust body pivoted to change the direction of her path, now in pursuit of the unfamiliar canine whose aroma faintly resembled that of Glaciem, countenance set rigidly as she made her graceful approach. Mismatched gaze briefly surveyed what appeared to be an impressive woman?perhaps a new recruit?as she breached the other?s personal space, leaving a respectful distance between their bodies before she halted in her tracks, skull ascending slightly in greeting. ?You are unfamiliar, yet you appear to belong,? she spoke pointedly, a rare compliment spewing from her frayed lips. The first impression was positive, and yet she could not fully commit to believing the other possessed an iota of potential?not without proof.