Unforseen Meeting
03-23-2014, 12:27 PM
Her lavender eyes would come to rest upon the approaching form of a lovely she wolf, her coat was primarily of a beautiful ivory while she boasted marks of russet. The stranger's head would nod in greeting as simple words followed, Twig had not been expecting company so early but would let her own tiara dip in hello. She would admit unfamiliarity, and the Black girl would wonder if the woman had yet to meet her brother either. She would introduce herself and her rank, from what she understood I Valhalla's hierarchy the woman was a warrior. However the ways he carried herself made the new mother suspicious that she wasn't just a warrior. She held one milky eye with a scar, testament to her fighting background. "You can call me, Twig," she would start simply, "I believe I'm an Epsilon?" she still wasn't quite sure but she knew she held the lower rank. She would grow silent again as their gazes would part, moving to the brilliance of the sky.?
Chrysanthe would offer what was on her mind, telling Twig of her personal thoughts. She found herself agreeing with the woman's opinion, the early morning was rather beautiful and quiet. During this time of year also blessedly cooler than mid day. She had certainly been using the time to herself to think, though it would have been better had she not been doing so. Her thoughts aways seemed to stray to such darkness, she had been making a point to keep herself from them but like a ghost they would haunt her relentlessly. ?She would not be allowed to dwell anymore however as the Gamma brought about words that Twig had been saying to herself since she'd been brought to the pack's lands. Like she could read her mind Chrysanthe would spell out Twig's most independent nature. She was completely correct in her assumptions and Twig had to wonder if the woman had been speaking to Jinxx or Alpine recently about her. A smile would tug at the corner of the girl's lips as her troubles with pack life came forth. "If I didn't know better I'd think we'd met before. I will not deny its been very much difficult for me, accepting everyone's help." she would let her royal purple stare be brought back to Chrysanthe's regal form. "I've always just depended on my family when I had to, priding myself in refraining from asking help." she would reveal the woman's inklings to be true as she repositioned herself. Still unable to make herself comfortable with the children so restless within her. She would move her gaze back to her swollen belly, watching as the surface would bulge gently with the movement of her babies. "They're worth it though. I'll endure my torture if it means having them safe with me when the time comes." her voice was meek as she spoke of them, already love was obviously present in her for them. No matter how they came about, they were hers and she would do anything for them.?
Chrysanthe would offer what was on her mind, telling Twig of her personal thoughts. She found herself agreeing with the woman's opinion, the early morning was rather beautiful and quiet. During this time of year also blessedly cooler than mid day. She had certainly been using the time to herself to think, though it would have been better had she not been doing so. Her thoughts aways seemed to stray to such darkness, she had been making a point to keep herself from them but like a ghost they would haunt her relentlessly. ?She would not be allowed to dwell anymore however as the Gamma brought about words that Twig had been saying to herself since she'd been brought to the pack's lands. Like she could read her mind Chrysanthe would spell out Twig's most independent nature. She was completely correct in her assumptions and Twig had to wonder if the woman had been speaking to Jinxx or Alpine recently about her. A smile would tug at the corner of the girl's lips as her troubles with pack life came forth. "If I didn't know better I'd think we'd met before. I will not deny its been very much difficult for me, accepting everyone's help." she would let her royal purple stare be brought back to Chrysanthe's regal form. "I've always just depended on my family when I had to, priding myself in refraining from asking help." she would reveal the woman's inklings to be true as she repositioned herself. Still unable to make herself comfortable with the children so restless within her. She would move her gaze back to her swollen belly, watching as the surface would bulge gently with the movement of her babies. "They're worth it though. I'll endure my torture if it means having them safe with me when the time comes." her voice was meek as she spoke of them, already love was obviously present in her for them. No matter how they came about, they were hers and she would do anything for them.?