We find ourselves in the same old mess
03-02-2014, 03:15 PM
Turning the creme-pelted femme greeted D?gmar politely. The darker femme chuckled a little at the comments of the stranger. She knew how that could be. When her thoughts knotted up in her head she travel miles and miles to unknot them and often find herself in the strangest of terras. She supposed that was how she ended up here. The other was an interesting looking wolf with her mismatched eyes and unusual markings. She smelt of others but D?gmar didn't recognize the scent if this femme was indeed from a pack. However, she seemed to be of a fairly gentle disposition and the green-eyed fae doubted very much that such a pack was what she was looking for. Smiling D?gmar shrugged. "I'm a loner, wandering's kind of what I do but yes, you could say I was lost in thought as well and found myself here." Rolling her shoulders forward the femme fatale stretched for a moment before uncoiling her body with a soft sigh. "I'm D?gmar Thyre, by the way. What's your name? You're from a pack of some sort, right?" |