ardent

HEY YOUNG BLOOD



Fiamette

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Medium
build
-
posts
201
player
06-19-2014, 05:00 PM


Bored, bored, bored. She is overwhelmingly bored, magma hued eyes flicking lazily toward her right as she contemplates leaving Covari for the day to find something exciting to occupy her time. Her restlessness prevails, ebony dipped legs unfolding as she lifts herself to her feet to free her carmine pelt of any debris before her departure. She shakes herself clean, dirt and gravel that had clung to her pelt flying in all directions. She wastes no time leaving her den to head toward the borders, glancing from left to right as she approaches for any spectators that could put a halt to her plans. She waits a few moments before crossing silently into the weeping woods, immediately changing her direction and pace to slither beneath the rows of weeping willows on silent paws. She travels toward the heart of the territory and reaches it within a few minutes, and she is surprised she has not bumped into a rogue yet despite traveling so far alone. Usually she stumbled across others unintentionally, but now that she was looking for someone, no one could be found. A displeased grunt would fall from her slackened jaws, ebony dipped tail flicking in annoyance behind her ethereal hips as she pressed her bodice into the base of gnarled willow. She would rest there momentarily, her eyes sweeping her surroundings as she thinks of a way to entertain herself- that is when she appears, a ghostly figure whom seems to float above the earth on her agile paws with ease. The youth's attention is immediately ensnared, and she tears away from the tree's base and aims to approach the stranger head on, brows furrowing as an odd sensation sweeps through her veins. This woman seems very familiar, as if they had met before under some odd circumstances... But she did not smell of Covari, and so the youth assumes she is a rogue passing through the willows whom she can aggravate and taunt. She pushes any thoughts of knowing this woman into the folds of her mind, mischief glowing within her magma hued eyes as she speaks in a low voice. "Who are you?"





ooc- im in spree mode, forgive me xD

*this character is prone to violent actions*
companions: marco, wolverine. apollyon, rainbow snake
"there ain't no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good"