The days closing in and im dying out
05-20-2013, 02:03 PM
The she wolf watched the two, intruiged by the way they studied each other. Her eerie moonlit orbs held within them mystery, yet her lean body held beauty. At the woman's words, she would dare to part her dainty maw and speak. In fact, that is true. I am Aurora Porcelain Anima Lunashka, but everyone just calls me Aurora. She told the woman, her silky voice low, almost a whisper, yet the tinge of Russian was obvious. Her pleasant voice held an otherworldly tone to it, and was dripping with mystery. She smiled at the she wolf in a friendly manner, her elegant face graced with the gesture as her lips curled to reveal her pearl razors.
Her attention was turned towards the brute of a male, fur a riot of browns and eyes like the spring sky. He reminded her much of someone back home, but it did not matter, that someone was dead now. Once again, she opened her mouth to introduce herself, and greet the man politely. Ah, an Italian I find. Native tongue, or something picked up on the run? The dame chuckled, the tinkling sound like a thousand tiny bells and the song of a mockingbird. Might I ask thine name? As you already know mine. She asked, a smile on her face once more. She took a few steps to be within equal distance between the two, and moved swiftly onto her haunches. Curling her long, thick tail over her powerful paws, she lifted one of the ivory pedestals from it's embrace to caress the raven feathers lovingly. They were the only thing she had left, a pair of feathers from a bird that was only so common. She sighed, and cast her depthless, consuming gaze onto the other wolves. She waited there, keeping the sorrow from her eyes as best she could as she awaited what was to occur next.
Her attention was turned towards the brute of a male, fur a riot of browns and eyes like the spring sky. He reminded her much of someone back home, but it did not matter, that someone was dead now. Once again, she opened her mouth to introduce herself, and greet the man politely. Ah, an Italian I find. Native tongue, or something picked up on the run? The dame chuckled, the tinkling sound like a thousand tiny bells and the song of a mockingbird. Might I ask thine name? As you already know mine. She asked, a smile on her face once more. She took a few steps to be within equal distance between the two, and moved swiftly onto her haunches. Curling her long, thick tail over her powerful paws, she lifted one of the ivory pedestals from it's embrace to caress the raven feathers lovingly. They were the only thing she had left, a pair of feathers from a bird that was only so common. She sighed, and cast her depthless, consuming gaze onto the other wolves. She waited there, keeping the sorrow from her eyes as best she could as she awaited what was to occur next.
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