piccola cosa rotto
08-17-2015, 10:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-18-2015, 06:34 PM by Lillianna.)
Serpent Plains Lillie danced from her den, positively cheerful. She hadn't woken up cheerful in... forever. She blamed Finch for her cheerfulness. Of course, Finch was why she was bouncing happily towards the former Azat's den. The day prior, she had seen all of Finch's pretties - and she had the perfect idea to gift her the perfect pretty. She would have to go out of territory for it - against Motif's express wishes, but Lillie didn't really care - but it would be so worth it. For now, she just wanted to play with the older girl. She came up on the den from behind, circling around when she caught sight of someone she had never seen before. Her fur bristling, she stared at the male. She breathed in deeply; she didn't smell Finh at all. Only this male, who smelled like another pack and a little of Abaven... from crossing over the borders. In her panic stricken mind, she didn't connect appearances - only scents. "Who are you?" she snarled, alarm and fear in her gaze. "Where's Finch? What'd you do with her?" "Speech" |
Note: Lillie has scars over her right eye and down her cheek. She also has scars under her chin and on her jaw. Her tables and art will most likely not reflect this. Unless it is specified otherwise, assume Lillianna is accompanied by her companion.