Tragedy
07-30-2014, 04:08 PM
A mans voice ruptured her ears, she moved gently to face the voice, and found him standing rather far from her. But he was well heard. He asked of who she was, and she had never met the brute before even though he seemed a little older than her. She hadn't met many wolves when she was young, but she remembered all their names if anything. She trotted up to him, giving him room so he didn't feel enclosed by her, but he could take a few steps forward, and she offered it. "I am Misty... Flores." She remembered her mother speaking Segar's name to her, and since then she had taken it for herself. If it was all that connected her with her father, she would take it. But it sounded so foreign, she hadn't spoken to another wolf since she left Alacritis, and then her mother had died. It may have sounded tragic to other wolves, and even though she often thought about it and may have cried herself to sleep every so often, she put on a friendly and joyful attitude the rest of the time. "Do you... Know if Gerhardt is around?" She had known of the king's three children, but she didn't recall Maverick getting married and had definitely been long gone before he had taken over the throne. But then she started to think, the smell of this place seemed kind of stale, and it didn't seem very familiar. And where were all the wolves? Surely she should have seen or smelled someone on her way in. Of course this man had come to her call, but he seemed sort of confused as to why she was here. Walk "Talk" Think |