LAST SACRIFICE (PIPMAN)
As she waited to see if the stranger would approach, she stretched slightly were she lay before curling back up into a more graceful position. As the stranger finally approached, she pushed herself into a sitting position gazing at the white and brown wolf. Something about her was familiar, and the words that she spoke- told Roman that she was thinking the same thing. Roman's brow furrowed as she tried to remember, it was like trying to summon a foggy memory. Then it hit her. "I don't think we've actually met- I did however witness the fight you had with Azalea." Her tone was casual- as she watched the strange wolf. "I am Roman Armada." She introduced herself- watching to see whatever reaction this she-wolf would give.
She studied the other she-wolf- noting her slightly smaller stature and the odd coloring on her ear- a trait shared by her right paw. She was simply marked, but pretty. Perhaps it was the vain part of Roman that realized that perhaps she could get along with this she-wolf. I don't remember much of that.. fight but I could easily guess that you're an Adravendi- it seemed... like a family skirmish." Her tones were again casual, though her eyes gleamed with interest. Roman had met a few of the Adravendi wolves and quite a few of them- she got a long with. Her friendships or acquaintances were one of the few things she didn't go into detail with when speaking to her father. Roman kept her body posture relaxed- she had little issue to start a conflict, though that wasn't to say that she'd back down from one. In truth, Roman was simply interested in getting to know another one of the much hated bloodline of her fathers. |