My mind is a passion
09-10-2014, 09:10 AM
Azalea's ears would prick at the sound of a call from the fringes of the territory. She stood outside the caves, gazing out over the landscape knowing that its beauty would soon be covered in snow. Summer was a short season in the north but it made it worth treasuring unlike the long drawn out heat of summer in the south or west. Her head would turn as her body followed suit, moving at a brisk trot toward the border. It did not take long to arrive and when she did she found herself staring down an odd looking brute. He was quite large, towering 8 inches over her rather short thirty-two. He seemed to come in peace, though, so Azalea approached with head and tail high and only a slightly wary look on her face. "Welcome to Ethereal, stranger, I am Empress Azalea Adravendi but please, just call me Azalea." She spoke as she seated herself, letting her tail wrap neatly around to the left of her. |
