you've got your own kind of ravens
06-26-2014, 04:09 PM
Massive paws would strike the terra with an eerie stealth, shocking that such a large woman could be so quiet. A pair of deep cerulean optics remained fixed upon the lands ahead of her. This was the territory belonging to the lovely dark dame that she had encountered a little while back. It was interesting, the labyrinth of mammoth boulders and slabs of stone. Her caramel crown remained between her shoulders as she wandered closer to the border. The offer had been too tempting, to be with another Viking in a pack that was in need of warriors. She couldn't turn down such a rich offer, and now here she was. Night had long since fallen, the stars twinkling in the obsidian sky, watching from on high. They would keep their judgements to themselves, send their opinions to the heavens. Skoll was up there too, chasing the half full moon across the night sky. He might look upon this meeting, he might not. The lunar herder needn't care about anything other than his duty. Muscular haunches would fall to the snow bound terra slowly, carefully. The hardened layer above the power crunched in protest as her bulk rested upon it. She would regard the landscape over her shoulder, pondering going back and investigating other packs for a brief moment. There would be no turning back now, of course. With a slow sigh, azure gaze would return to the maze of stone. Cranium would rise, snout pointing towards the sky as a deep howl of summoning would pour from her throat. Her decision had been made. As the call echoed amid the boulders, the giantess would wait calmly for someone to appear. Hopefully it would be the regent, the lovely woman called Katja, and then she would charm her way into the smaller she wolf's den. Possibly. Her luck with the queen had not been the best, but that didn't mean she wasn't capable of getting her way. Golden plume would rest upon the snow beside her, strewn across the terra at her left side. Breath would escape her mocha nostrils as clouds of silvery mist, wreathing about her muzzle. Tall audits sought the sounds of breath, footsteps, keen on the tells of presence nearby. Broad shoulders would be held straight as she waited, muscle tense and ready for anything that might befall her at these borders. Impassive features would hold no emotions, however cornflower blue optics would glimmer with mirth and curiosity. A yawn would stretch wide her powerful jaws, and then they would snap shut, salmon tongue escaping her inky lips to swipe over her muzzle. She wondered who she might come to face if not the regent, but it did not really strike fear into her, nor worry. She was assured by her own might, prowess in battle. So she would settle in and wait. "Speech" Thanks to Chrono for making this sexier than Captain America art for me! |