PURITY RING
02-24-2014, 09:44 PM
She'd been trailing him, out of necessity for her own sanity, and out of sheer will to do anything productive at all. Throughout their travel his ghostly figure had loomed a good distance in front of her, though emerald orbs did not have to work hard to keep him in her sights. He was slower now than he once had been, less meticulous about keeping to the shadows. Perhaps age had changed him, or perhaps he was no longer afraid. Whatever the case she would probably never know. Heat enveloped her at every angle as they pushed further South, and she wondered how it was that any wolf could live in such conditions for more than a few hours at a time. Surely the wolves of the South must me made of molten lava to survive such an existence. An odd thought crossed her mind, one that reminded her of how she used to think, and she would press it aside. Those days were long gone - at least she hoped they were. For fear of appearing too intrusive, she would allow him the opportunity to show himself to this pack first, keeping to the shadows both out of loathing for the heat and effort to remain concealed. The wind blew toward her, warping her scent from their location, as well as the sun burned brightly except beneath the grove of bushes she'd managed to crouch betwixt. All in all, she was invisible. They would greet him, four in total, only one of which appeared to have any courtesy at all. Nostrils craved to snort in frustration, but she would not allow it. Instead, she would emerge slowly and nonchalantly from her concealment, allowing her bodice to slide intricately against his side - their inverse hairs mingling together. ?I assure you, we have endured worse.? she would comment in response to the apparent leader's note about how she and her pack must appear. ?Sendoa Armada, Queen of Glaciem.? And oh, in that particular moment she looked as fit a Queen as anyone. Head dipped regally in greeting, courtesy having rubbed off on her sometime after her coronation. Tail flickered behind her idly as she held herself with confidence, airing on the brink of pride and regality. ?speech,? |
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