Acceptance to the pack

The Deliate tiara would turn to face the brute; she scented him from a few meters away. He made no threat? Relaxing the gentle features the Bodice would move in a continous beat. " The names Rosalie Claramed; tis about time i found theaw lands, ive heard many things and they've intruged me. Im searching for a home to call my own, maybe you could help me?" The Sulty europian accent tingles the fine hairs in the lobes to posses as there own. Being towered by the musculared brute was an almost overwhelming thing. Strong hues would search the male over before moving away to observe in a different light.

The colour of a pure white swans feather; the feel so admirable and alluring. Strong limbs would carress the earth as she watches the man before her. Would he give Rosalie the chance to start over? to protect and fight for a pack she truly believes in? Beutifully manifested; The place created illusions set at the foreprint of the aching mind;There was nothing that could be done to stop that once it was set in motion and the action that would follow were up to the universe. How tempting the forbidden fruit that was sin was.

Edging closer to the brutes shadow the petite maiden would keep a respecatble distance incase of an unsuspected attack. The long silken tail flows gently along the rounded backside in admiration to the monstuosly seductive curves.In awe the banshee had once come to observe the reality of such paranormal situation, the very claws of her once so mundane lost lover bending the ear beneath their sharpened form, Caressing at the hardened soil like knives carve the flesh of the wounded. Her eyes were very dark, lustrous; sable and mahogany, fringed in thick, long lashes and obsidian veil. Only time will tell the womans capable future.