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Let's Call it a Date, Baby



Dægmar

Somnium

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Large
build
-
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234
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06-21-2014, 12:50 PM





Moving like a dappled twist of shadow the femme slipped silently across the snowy ground. The moon hung in the black night like a fading light. Clouds twined around it in suffocating mist, choking it's light from her emerald green eyes. Spring bubbled beneath the surface of the snow in the ever turning of the seasons but unlike most of her kind she did not welcoming the coming spring. She wanted it to remain winter. To remain cold and stark and deafeningly silent. For this was the season of her birth, the season the wolf was at the height of it's power over prey and land. Her mind was whirling with nervous energy. The full moon cast it's blood orange haze across the sky as it clawed it's way over the horizon. She needed? release. Something, anything to work her mind away from the knotted mire of thoughts that threatened to break that which she cherished most, control of herself. Chaos was fun, chaos was fantastic, but only when it was without and not within.


And then there was the matter of her young apprentice. A growl hissed between her teeth. They're last encounter had not been good. He was feeling guilt. No? he'd been ripening so likely in the light of her darker soul and now she could feel herself losing him. Since when had Glaciem gotten so soft. It was disgusting!


A howl caught D?gmar's attention and her ears flicked anxiously toward the call, wicked grin curling up around her fangs. Hati. Despite her reservations she'd found herself growing close to this man. A skilled warrior, violent, confident and unapologetic about his darker nature. She felt freer with him than she had many other wolves and while his bluntness could be a bit risky his over all demeanor entranced her. Dare she call him her friend? Her brother in some respects. If anyone could focus her mind on other things it was Hati.


Skirting along the rapids the wraith soon came into view of her male companion. "You feel it to? It's a restless night, a blood moon night. Let's find something to court this blackness with."