Toxic
08-15-2014, 06:45 PM
Seconds, inevitably, passed rapidly. Born for only a brief moment and to die soon after. Then those second's would pile on top of one another creating a hill in which we title "minute." And the minutes would grow into a large mass that is so familiarly called "hour." Dawn, too, had died. It was early morning and dew kissed each blade of gold. Bathing each one of them in preparation for their new day to come. A soft cloud of fog rolled low upon the terrain - hugging it as if it were the arm of a god. The damp atmosphere was welcoming. It created an almost euphoric feeling of pleasure with its sweet, cool caress. The frame of another wolf appeared slowly from the surrounding fog. The creature blended in fairly well with the ivory smoke. Though, onyx markings screamed of her presence. The newcomer was female, how unfortunate. Though, she would see where this encounter would lead. Tolerance for women was almost nonexistent. Venus faced the woman directly. Her body automatically adjusted her balance and dug claws into the soil. Just to be safe in case this stranger decided to act viciously toward her presence. For immediately she knew she had crossed pack borders. The stranger recognized the pack aroma she carried upon her pelt. Though, that was rather disappointing. Immediately, her body relaxed it's stance. Becoming somewhat more welcoming. Though, she desired to taste this bitch's blood upon her tongue - it would only bring tension to Bass's pack. Venus respected Bass and so would, unwillingly, respect this woman. That, I too, am unsure of. My name is Venus. I suppose my mind desired a refreshing scenery. One beyond Abaven's borders. Venus was careful to meet the woman's gaze once she drew near. Motley eyes dared not leave the woman's eyes. For that would be a sign of submission and submission to a female simply did not happen. my actions | my words | my thoughts |