moonglow
01-23-2014, 08:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-23-2014, 08:06 PM by Lysis.)
A long moment of silence would follow as Kyarst would analyze the sound. Through the darkness, her hazel-green eyes would search his face in the distance for a reaction. He was young -- considerably younger than herself -- and she was interested to see if he would recognize her immediately or not. She knew most of these wolves more than they knew her, of that she was sure; but that would be changing very quickly. She could not help but let a tiny giggle escape her parted lips at his reaction, growling as though he was preparing to stand and fight whoever had snuck up on him. His silhouette would become clearer as he stood and approached her, speaking confidently. It was no surprise, given he was an Armada; none of her siblings were meek children. For some time, she had been weak and frail, but she was growing stronger each day now, and her own ego was growing. How could it not, being the daughter of a King? He commanded she show herself, and her tail would flick behind her slender body in amusement. "And your sister demands you be a bit nicer to her," she commented sweetly as she stepped forward from the underbrush, smiling with the innocence only a child was capable of. "Unless you want father to know where you've been..." |
Kyarst, her half-brother and closest friend, is allowed in any and all of her threads.