FESTIVAL
07-22-2014, 06:10 PM
Her tall audits would perk to the sound of a call, as the woman lazed atop a massive boulder in the rock garden. She looked strangely like a large cat, sprawled languidly across the surface of the stone and soaking up all of the sun's delicious heat. Though she was very nearly asleep, her blood sang with the knowledge of what the howl signalled. The Festival, and all the celebrations it would bring, was now in full swing. A grin was already painted upon her face as her cerulean pools fluttered open. Long limbs stretched luxuriously in every direction, the toes on her immense paws splaying as she woke her muscles. A yawn would stretch wide her powerful jaws, long salmon tongue curling within it's cage of impressive teeth. All that breath would escape in a huff that sounded almost like a sneeze, and could very well have been with the pollen drifting about. The behemoth lumbered to her paws, shaking out her thick golden derma as she stretched even more, rump rising into the air and tail curling high above her as her chest touched the rock below her. With that, the woman leaped off of the massive stone, underneath which her den was dug. It was nice to have a home, she'd come to have forgotten what it was like to be among those who would reciprocate protection. The sharp swirls and wicked points of the mark around her left eye stood out against the broad planes of her face, and her fur shone in the midday sun. It was a lovely day, and all the better to meet some of the wolves from all over, and some of their allies as well. Even better, interesting wolves met even more interesting encounters. Crown would fall between broad shoulders as she trotted towards the lake, where the festivities would take place. She was quite excited, since there wouldn't be constant bloodshed like there was during festivals back home, and it would be a nice break. Soon the giantess came upon the lake, where the lush grass underfoot was like walking on clouds and the lake itself glittered. In the midst of it all, the ever lovely Drottning of Ebony, Katja Finnvi. Her smile turned flirtatious, and the Viking princess tossed out a casual wink to the smaller woman. She couldn't turn off her charm, but she had a feeling Katja put up with it at the very least, usually. Haunches would fall less than gracefully to the ground beside the granite pelted wolfess, large cranium turning to fix a cobalt gaze upon the regent. "Good day, Drottning. Any festivities you would like me to hold over the course of the season?" The beast would rumble, raising a brow as she looked to the moonstone eyed queen. She was rather excited to see what the turn out would be, and if she got to gather up a few wolves for a hunt or a race, even sparring, it would be even better. "Speech" Thanks to Chrono for making this sexier than Captain America art for me! |