Lips Are Movin'
11-19-2014, 08:23 PM
The small femme stretched out luxuriously, making a point to spread each limb evenly apart and get the best stretch she could, her long talons curling into the snow like a hawk curls around its pray. Silver audits scanned the horizon, taking note of the large slate barrier that she had recently been to. Rolling her eyes, she remembered what a great day that was, and how her mood had altered dramatically since then. Now her temper was flaring, boiling inside her just waiting for a touch of gasoline and it would explode. Scenting the air she noticed the strong perfume of a female. Looking around, she noticed large paw prints in the freshly fallen snow, almost covered up by the still falling flurries that surrounded her. Following the trail, the ivory dame came upon a large alabaster and tan femme by the large wall. Just her luck. Scowling, she made her way over to the rogue, wanting to wipe the stupid smirk off her maw. What terrible luck that the dame had happened to come to the wall on such a day when the pearly femme was in a bad mood. Deciding to be polite, the small dame put on a gentle smile and tried to mask her growing irritation. The only thing keeping her sane was the gentle flurries that fell from the sky. The gracefulness and beauty calmed her and made her a friendlier wolf at times such as this. Taking a seat about a yard away from the large wolf she turned her crown to face her, silver orbs gleaming with fake politeness. "Hello, what brings you here today?" she questioned, the only thing giving away her boiling irritation was the flick of her ivory tail against the soft snow. Hopefully this femme would be kind and talk her irritation down some. If not, well, she was in for a surprise. "Speech" |