My Lady Valhalla
04-14-2014, 06:52 AM
| Erani Adravendi |
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Erani padded with long strides through the territory, hearing the gentle lapping of the lakes personal tide off to her left, and the gentle hush of trees decorated in gold, green and red leaves, or deep green, aromatic pine needles, as the wind brushed through them. It was a peaceful day, neither too hot, or too cold. Her mind turned to Twig. Physically, the female was perhaps close to being healed. Emotionally? It could take a long time before that soul wound healed and became a scar. The trial of her rapist would hopefully send Twig down the right path for that healing, but until she was physically healed, the male who had brought such grief to the girl would be holed away in a den, with several to guard him. Alsander and Sarak, alternating with Surreal and Cormalin, and Obsidian at times. The male was drugged, forced into a sleep, and fed a rabbit now and then. A young, masculine howl came to her ears, nearby, shortly mixed with Twig?s voice. Erani?s path deviated easily, her pace picking up from a strolling, slow walk to a sort of pacing trot, as she weaved through the tree-line to the calls. As she came upon them, she slowed, studying the two. The resemblances between them would have told her their relation, even if she hadn?t seen the cross marking on his left shoulder. The same violet eyes, the same build, as passed down to them from their father. Erani had never seen their mother, and imagined that Twig?s graceful, elegant figure must have come from her. Had Twig seen her father yet? Deviant was new to the pack, having in fact, joined the very day Twig?s still born daughter had been birthed and buried. Erani stepped forward, pressing her nose to Twigs shoulder in an easy touch of welcoming, before her eyes rested on the young male. ?One of your brothers?? Her soft velvet-toned voice was gentle, her accents adding to that faint mysticism. Deep blue gaze swept over him once more, evaluating him. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |