Dripping Daisies
04-25-2014, 06:26 PM
dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight The fae would tilt her red brown painted and ivory muzzle into the air, taking in the air and scents around her. There was one specific scent that caught her attention, making her do a double take. That one scent was definitely one of a rogue's, carrying the scent of a female along with it. "I can smell you, best you come out of your hiding spots," she would say, smiling softly. Her voice was a bit sharp, sounding like shattering icicles, but it was because Misha was not in the best of moods. She was especially mad at Dayton, but she wouldn't take her anger out on anyone.. Especially this rogue who might be in need of some help. |