Acceptance to the pack

Sweeping the lands with the perfect footing of the maiden; seeking a new begininng possibly, hopefully in this pack.. the Valhallas. Rosalie has heard many things; this intrueging her to start a new life and support these creatures with the best ability. The freedom to fight ran into her veins like oxygen keeping us alive. She did it to live. How do you think such a petite fae could survive alone for a year. The scar engraved under the belly isnt Rosalie's discust; more of a priced victory she won against a large built wolf. The woman was capable of many things. A superior fighter always keeping her alive, free and exicted with a thrill.

Strong hues would scatter the scenery for a figure of another, would they come? Engulfed by the very hunger of her lust she walts further, untouchable a ghosts making.slender machinery of the fatal belladonna, its curves so ravishingly sculpted upon bone and velvet, her frame whole graced in faux delicacy however her power hides in secrecy, unimaginable. One of the great things a wolf could possibly possess.her skin, delicate and rosy - lips, enticingly curved; tinged with wine and ambrosia. they whisper and allure, her voice, smooth and husky, black-laced and venomous.
The SCent of lavander and ginger would lead the way to the masked woman; the one who used to remain in the shadows. As if the slender bodice where dragged into the darkness of avengance.Rosalie know seeks a family. Led by light, to fulfill her potential. The gentle breaze tracing the visage as Rosalie waits by the borders, alone.