RAGNAROK AND ROLL
02-22-2014, 05:24 PM
Sooner rather than later would appear a distraction, a pale man with bright blue eyes and ink stain markings. Interesting, and this man was quite a big one at that, with muscles that could betray a time with the clan. Had he ever been amid their ranks? Based upon his near total lack of scarring and relatively well done by appearance, the obsidian femme would have to take the answer as no. Getting up from her place nestled in the boulders, she shook the soot and dust from her nearly impeccable ebony coat and strode forwards. Mismatched optics of fire and ice were alight with intrigue as she approached, wondering what he was doing here. Pale silvery audits would give an absent flicker as a bird cried out while flying overhead. "Good day, sir." Soprano lyrics would greet him, crown dipping politely as she took stock of what she could be facing if this turned awry. Strong seeming, sturdy, but his demeanor and the way he carried himself spoke of an overall gentle attitude. She seemed to be ever so slightly taller than he, but he had the weight advantage in this situation. That was always the best advantage to have, being able to pin one's opponent was an important thing indeed. Thick muscles were taut, ready to either attack or flee, despite the signs that this might not be what happened. Her expression as she flicked her eerie gaze over the face of the stranger was not an aggressive one, but neither was it altogether friendly. She found the ink blot marking over his eye to be a unique thing, and not a mark she had ever seen upon a wolf as a natural pigmentation of their fur. SOLDIERS FOLLOW MY LEAD, REPEAT AFTER ME -PLATINUM- |