Fickle Women
10-24-2014, 05:30 PM
She'd become almost lazy about her travels- as she tried to fill the void that she felt. She traveled back through familiar territories- her nostalgic mind taking her back to the orchard where she'd first met one of her half sisters. With the fall, the leaves were turning brown and gold, and swirling to the ground, it was a sight to behold. She'd been fairly lost in her own mind, when she'd scented another. Her ears pricking, she moved forward- interested in the scent- it seemed familiar, like someone she'd met before. Her violet eyes came to rest on another, as she rounded around a tree. Nostrils flaring slightly, she took in the scent, her head tilted curiously. Emerging from the shadows, she spoke, her voice slightly hesitant as she asked. "Cataleya?" Was this the she-wolf she'd met once- the one who had ruled Arcanum before Sibelle? She would move towards her, attempting to come to a halt about fifteen feet from the other she-wolf- a respectful distance as the two weren't really "friends" or family. Her body was relaxed, though her guard was up, as she waited to see if the other queen, recognized her. |
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