Desperate Times
03-23-2014, 11:22 PM
The white woman had strayed from the thick of her empire. Her paws had brought her to the edges of the battlefield a place she normally strayed from, however- today she was interested in seeing what was going on. She could smell the stale scent of blood and death, that always seemed to emanate from the field. She could hear echoes of a fight, and see skirmishing wolves in the distance but she paid them little mind. She had caught onto something that had piqued her interest. She paced about the field, her nose quivering slightly as she scented another, curiosity burning. Her violet hued eyes would come to rest on the form of another ivory woman as she approached her, her body relaxed. She carried herself with pride, but moved calmly towards her. The other woman didn't seem to be looking for a fight, but who knew? She came to a halt, drawing a respectable distance from the other woman, speaking smoothly to her. "Greetings." Her words would be brief, her eyes flicking over her frame curiously. Who was this woman and why was she out here alone? Roman took a deep breath, she didn't seem affiliated with anyone. The ivory queen could only wonder at her intentions here. Curiously she would wait to see how the strange woman would greet her. Would she be friendly or hostile? Who was she? Speech, |