The days closing in and im dying out

The dame smiled at the male, who had introduced himself in such a gentlemanly way, dipping her elegant head respectfully. Stepping back slowly, she sat on her haunches in the shade provided by the trees around her. The long, thick ivory swatter wrapped around her powerful paws absentmindedly, her infinite mind wandering through the usual thoughts of a wolf on the edge of acceptance; what would her life be like if she were accepted? How would she be treated? All common thoughts that filled a rogues mind when in the territory of another pack, when a wolf of that pack is willing to bring her in, when they run the possibility of having a home. The twin raven's feathers danced in the faint breeze, dancing a ballet in perfect synchronization with the grasses, the leaves, and the long silky strands of crystalline fur that covered her lean frame. Her head was tilted up to the sky, her eerie silver orbs reflecting the clouds that scuttled across the cyan expanse above her. She was lost in thought, and almost didn't notice when the woman walked into the clearing, belly swollen with unborn pups. If it weren't for her unnaturally sensitive ears, she would still be staring distantly into the sky.


Her deceptively delicate cranium snapped downwards, otherworldly pools focussing on the woman who introduced herself as Alphess Jupiter Illidais. With a smile and a respectful dip of her elegant ivory tiara, she bowed to the Queen in a single, fluidly graceful movement. Her chest contacted the ground lightly, barely brushing the dust with her thick angelic coat. One front paw was tucked beneath her feminine chest, and the other was thrown out towards the superior dame. The giantess held this pose for a few breaths before standing once again and returning to her sitting position in the faint shadows. Moonstone eyes analyzed the scene before her, the friendly pair of Siarvon and Aria, catching up after years of not seeing each other. Jupiter, the beautiful woman with a pelt like the fifth planet and shone like metals of every kind, eyes like crushed violets that glowed like the maiden's own. She preffered not to speak, instead to listen, wait, observe. Call her strange, but speaking wasn't something she preffered to do. Although some considered her voice to be beautiful, longed to hear it, to sate their cravings for it's melodic sound, she found that remaining mute could keep her heart from being broken again. So many things had happened in her past that wouldn't have if she had kept her jaws shut and refrained from speaking her opinions. Then maybe her family would still be alive, amybe the humans wouldn't have found their safe haven, maybe she would still be happy and at home. A sigh escaped her dainty maw as she watched the group, waiting for what would happen next.