time is a runaway
07-18-2014, 11:22 PM
The caramel brown fae looked around as she had wandered into Saratoga Wood. She wasn't new to the land anymore, and knew most of the lands, but, she did not know all of the packs. Her crystal orbs scanned the area as she could hear the sound of rustling close by, but, she was not sure if she should be worried. Her orbs shimmered in the sunlight, making it seem as if they were light colored topaz gems shining in the side of a cave.
She peered out of the bushes until she spotted a dark brown colored brute. He looked to be younger than she was, but she didn't mind and slowly stepped out of the brush. She wasn't mean in any means, and didn't like to start fights. Huata rarely got into fights, but, she would defend herself if she had to be.
"Salutations," the dame would speak as she sat down, licking her paw as it was bleeding slightly. She had fallen and hurt her paw a little while back, and she was worried she might have broken it badly or if it was just a thorn. The taste of blood was in her tongue as she tasted the iron inside, and she met the male's gaze.
She peered out of the bushes until she spotted a dark brown colored brute. He looked to be younger than she was, but she didn't mind and slowly stepped out of the brush. She wasn't mean in any means, and didn't like to start fights. Huata rarely got into fights, but, she would defend herself if she had to be.
"Salutations," the dame would speak as she sat down, licking her paw as it was bleeding slightly. She had fallen and hurt her paw a little while back, and she was worried she might have broken it badly or if it was just a thorn. The taste of blood was in her tongue as she tasted the iron inside, and she met the male's gaze.