Top of the Mornin' to Ya
04-04-2014, 01:53 AM
I couldn't resist. xD
| Erani |
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If she weren?t so busy, she would visit this place more often, mused the snowy white Alpha Primary of Valhalla as she meandered among the fruit trees. Autumn heralded the apple season for these trees, the plums and peaches having all fallen a while back, though many lay fermenting under their trees. She?d observed a raccoon supping on those, and as the coon began to feel the effects of fermentation on fruit, she had made a mental note not to try any herself. The coon had lost its bearings, as though the world was turning around, and had spent the better part of the next hour stumbling in circles. Erani had decidedly pounced, then, and put it out of its confused state. While raccoon wasn?t her most preferred meal, she?d eaten it anyway, and taken the tail home as a gift for Erion and Isis to play with. The autumnal air was decidedly much better than that of the summer. This summer had been one reminiscent of the summer back in the Old Land, which had dried up the rivers there and brought Rixa Vivere to merging with Valhalla, since those rivers had been their water source. Luckily, no rivers or lakes had dried up this summer, and the only bad natural disaster was the earthquake, and those tremors had ceased at last a few days ago. Valhalla was settling into the rhythms of hunting, training, and gathering, all in preparation for the winter ahead. When she got back to the territory, she would check on Surreal and Erion, as well as Alpine, and see how they were doing. There was also the matter of the rapist of Twig, imprisoned in Valhalla until his trial and ultimately his sentencing and death. She doubted that the outcome would change. He?d claimed the stillborn daughter Twig had birthed, and thus given his confession. Once Twig was well enough to play her part in the trial and sentencing, Erani would call the council forward, and they would see a threat removed for good. Erani turned her thoughts away as a scent caught her attention. Pausing, she analyzed the scent. An older Rogue male. Her head lifted and she swept the surrounding area with wary deep blue pools. Ah, there. A dark black form passed across, not far ahead. She stood still, studying the male. His body language was completely relaxed and open, and indeed, he looked about the surroundings with a good natured smile. Would that change once he saw that he had company? He lacked his tail, and carried a great many scars, with a warriors powerful, stocky build. He didn?t have the way of a wolf that would attack for no reason, so she uttered a soft woof, velvet voice calling to him. ?Good day, warrior. Do you mind the company of a Queen taking a breather?? The soft, educated British accent was lilted over by a highlanders burr of Scottish inflection, her voice warm and low, but plenty loud enough to be heard from his position. |