Scents of Trolls
07-23-2014, 09:57 PM
The woman of perfection observed the cyan boy with a raised brow. He truly was blessed by at least Freyja who else would creature such a beautiful creature? She thought of his parents and how beautiful they must have been. Pure blood indeed. She would have to study him. Yet, he seemed to not be very pleased with her first set of words. " You are mistaken. It is not just skill that makes you successful. Without camouflage you will be spotted in broad daylight... skill wont save you from that. I could be the best hunter going but if theres no tall grass, or large boulders im sure ill be just skin and bones by now." The woman giggled gently, taking a half step to him as he stepped to her. The Heir locked their matching eyes together once more, or tried to. Her elegant song filled the spring air once again. "But my Blue Jay, there is tall grass and places to hunt within coverage. Therefore we have no reason to worry of your lack of camouflage. As long as you use your surroundings wisely and out smart your opponent, you should be fine hunting. I am sure of it." The girl was fairly confident, but she was very much so one to argue all night. Therefore he would probably get tired of her quickly. His next words brought a little grin to her inky lips. " Cold? i guess im just taking a moment to relax... Alactria is a strange place." The delightful girl nodded and let forth her own words once more. "I truly understand. I have just arrived in these lands and I believe I am already graying from the stress. Perhaps I shall learn to dye my fur with raspberries or something. Hm?" The lady would move to the edge of the lake, perhaps moving past him. But, her bodice would bend into a seat. Her tail curling to her side. The babe looked down at her regal appearance, obviously seeing no grey fur. But only divinity. "" |
Warning: Schon is prone to swearing, violence, and gore. This character is a cannibal. Thread at your own will.