Psychosocial

The woman was of poise and elegance. Her for was long and lanky. Her legs were horribly beautiful, long and bony. Schon's eyes were blood red. Her fur of cream, ebony with hues of crimson, and alabaster to spice things up. She was an image of perfection and she knew it. The lady had it drilled into her mind that her body was a temple and no one was to soil it. She was to be a virgin until she got married to another. Until she chose a man who was also pure. He would have to be rather tall, not fat of any sorts. Beautiful kept fur. Leader material. The lady was heir of Valhalla. She was a Finnvi and she would lead when her old mother gave her the throne. Which she knew would be soon. But, her mother thought she would need more training. Which may have been true, but Schon did not care. She would show her mother otherwise. The girl was a viking, she had no time to wait to be promoted.

Her small paws fell upon the ground with ease. Her skinny form was but a shadow of any other wolf. She was skinny and small, thinking fattness was just horribly disgusting. yet, she slithered along the shore fo the delta. Her wispy tail swayed upon her rear. her marked head was held high as always but as she inhaled scents the girl narrowed her blood red orbs. As Schon went further on, she finally saw the sources of the scents. Schon looked at a white male and then a grey girl. The tall being rolled her shoulders as she sauntered forward. The being of divinity eyed each of them with a little bit of a sneer, but she would not judge books by their covers. Yet, they did not say anything. Schon stood to the side with ease, with all the confidence in the world. "Hello, little creatures." The cannibal tilted her head as she sought after conversation. She wanted to meet everyone, to memorize faces to names, therefor she let forth her own name. "I am Sch?n Finnvi of Valhalla. Who am I in the company of?" The lady would wait for answers, her lips were fine lines, without any sort of expression at all.