Scars Across My Face [Evelette]
05-10-2013, 10:20 PM
A hunt was something she tended too when her nerves got frayed. She was a wolf of battle, she didn't particularly like the bloodthirsty, kill or be killed test of strength, but she thoroughly enjoyed a spar, a spark of adrenaline, the thrill of a hunt. She was not one to be idle. She hunted for Valhalla when she did not need too, she patrolled the border for abnormalities solely because she could. She did this for Valhalla's security, sure, but she also moved because idleness did not sit well with the woman of ivory. The blue eyed dame was enjoying her walk with the larger brute. The massive male, despite his war defined body was good company and she was enjoying his respectful tones. She had not anticipated a joint hunt this day but it brought a bit of light to her morning and she embraced it openly. They kept a fluent but easy pace, slow enough to enjoy the conversation, but fast enough to achieve their destination in a reasonable onset of time. The dames motion became fluent, liquid, becoming one with her stride in a way that only time could allow, graceful and elegant, two things the ivory fae had always maintained. Her ears swung forward, catching the sound of his fluent laughter at her gentle teasing and a smile would work its way upon her maw. It was a lovely sound, clean and refreshing, she wondered if he laughed often. "Truly? A warrior of your caliber? You would have been tripping over your paws trying to flee from them had you been in Arkhein, my old pack. They thrived on war and power, and highly doubt, if your muscles are anything to go by, that you are lacking in either of those pursuits." She chuckled softly, wryly complimenting him in an obscure way. She wasn't sure why, but she liked the idea of teasing him, she didn't think many had before her, it was fun to see the way his mind twisted her words and responded, entertaining... it made her think. She would nod at his play on words as they arrived and she would crouch low in the underbrush, shoulder blades heavily defined against her flesh, crystalline blue eyes locked and focused on her target, Claws flexing into the moisture. She watched her partner, slowly circle around the pack and awaited his movements, eyes lingering on the buck. In a split second he was off and a moment later she was behind. Speech, |
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