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Sigyn

Loner

age
5 Years
gender
Female
gems
23
size
Large
build
posts
38
player
10-11-2014, 07:01 PM




She had a pack to reside in, finally. Katja was in her rightful place, as queen of her own pack and ruling over those who had decided to accept her as their queen. A smart decision, for they would be the rulers of this land in no time at all. It would be glorious, their mighty reign over this heathen realm. Here, in the moonlight caressed estuary, it was lovely. With the sickle shaped lunar face high in the sky, a few clouds scuttling over the navy expanse overhead, it simply made the stars that much brighter. She was briefly reminded of a night similar to this, with a lover made of the sunset who took her in the field of ash. The night had been a little like this, though the moon was full and hanging high in the midnight sky. Her breath had left her in the faintest trickle of mist that night, it had been deliciously cool. The birds chirped idly, conveying news between one another as she meandered silently through the lovely scenery. The viking princess was not one to frequent places simply to admire the flora and the fauna, but some nights she found herself restless and seeking a beauty such as this. She skirted about some marsh grasses, their gentle fingers caressing her flanks fondly.
Massive paws plunged into the cooling water of the estuary, mud beneath the surface sliding between her toes with each step. However, it was silent and peaceful here. Quite nice indeed. A shadowed shape came into view, a tree standing guard over a small spit of land in the midst of all this swampland. How nice. She made her way toward, pace still not going anywhere above a wander. Her breath escaped her mocha hued nostrils in thick billows of mist, shrouding the broad planes of her face from sight. Here, there was a definite bite to the air as she strode through the water. It was refreshing, it assured her that she wouldn't have to worry about falling asleep on her feet sometime soon. Steel chords of muscle pulled her banded forelimbs forward, up onto the edge of the tiny island. The rest of her hulking form was neatly pulled onto the grassy island, and she let out a long breath. There was a pleasant view of the estuary here, and she felt like it might be nice to sit and stay a while. Haunches fell to the terra, graceful and quiet. With the same fluid ease, her elbows bent and deposited her forelimbs onto the cool grass underfoot.
Cornflower blue optics scanned over the landscape she could see, wondering if she might find someone to join her this night. For once, she wasn't feeling bitter, anxious. Relaxation oozed from her pores, and she was enjoying her night away from Yfir so far. But it could always go wrong, she had no illusions about that. A slow blink of her lids pressed her long lashes against her cheekbones, and they settled for remaining half open while she observed the nighttime movements of the world around her.





"Speech"
Thanks to Chrono for making this sexier than Captain America art for me!