Spirit of the Miasma [Gero ]
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
It was midnight, and the Spirit was patrolling outside the wall in the Moor, gliding through the low-lying miasma of fig that prevailed here in the moor, often even during Summer. With the changes enacted in the pack, and its new name in place, she hoped to see more life within the pack.
Aurielle paused to sniff delicately at the scents that lay twenty feet out from the wall, analyzing them. Soon enough, she intended to make the trek to Abaven, to speak with Shaye about her Festival plans and see if Abaven would want to attend. With the news of Shaye’s children, she hoped that meant there would be pups attending should Shaye decide her pack was open to the festival.
Her head rose and she scanned outward, away from the pack’s border, never focusing too intently on one point and instead letting her eyes scan slowly, knowing anything unusual would be better caught in this manner than if she stared hard at any slight movement. And out there, she was pretty sure she heard a paw-step. She didn’t call out quite yet—they weren’t on the wrong side of her borders.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
However, his thoughts were soon broken from existence when his nose happened to catch the scent of other wolves nearby. He was more than sure that he stumbled upon a pack territory, but, due to the disability of his broken leg he wasn't sure if they would be so welcoming. But, upon further analysis he happened to see what he thought was someone off in the distance. "Hello? Is someone there?" He spoke, his voice questioning with a hint of an accent, a mixture of Scottish and Irish, escaped him. The alabaster male was not intending to be rude, just wasn't sure if he would have another fight on his hands or if the stranger he encountered would be welcoming to have a loner in their mists, assuming they were a pack wolf that is. But, he stayed where he was and waited for a response patiently.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
Stillness. She watched the male as he came into sight, her body still and eyes watching. He appeared to have a lame leg, and this she noted and set aside as she analyzed the male. He was primarily white, though the thick mists that shrouded the air between them and allowed her to remain unspotted for the moment parted enough for her to spot the shadowy markings he bore.
Certainly not the most unusually appearance she’d ever seen, given her own looks, her bright red sire, her blue-shimmering black brother, and the wolves she’d met even in the past year, from Jupiter to Ignatius.
Perhaps the stranger felt he was being watched, because he glanced up and she was pretty certain he’d made out her shape in the mists. She waited until he’d called out before gliding forward. It was always a good time to practice her approach, and with the new name for her status in the pack, she felt the ghostly faux materialization meshed well.
An easy smile formed on her features as she stepped fully into view and dipped her head. “I am. You’re a short distance off the border of Valhalla.”
There was no threat in her tone, merely an easy, conversational lilt that held a mixed accent. Similar to his own, but with a slight Scandinavian or Swedish inflection, passed down from a great grandsire, Nova. Her long upper canines only added to the gentle roll of syllable off tongue, instead of slurring her speech, something she was grateful for. It’d been bad enough having two middle names.
Her head cocked as she queried, “Is there anything I can help you with?”
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.
"Pardon my intrusion, Miss. I was only looking for a possible place to call home, if you would have me join?" He spoke, tilting his head slightly in curiosity. He would be sure to stay calm and collected, keeping his leg down despite it being splayed out in a different angle than the rest of his form. However, his injury did not phase him all too much, he had his ways of providing for himself despite the issue he possessed. "My name is Gero, by the way," he spoke, not wanting to forget to give his name to a someone he had just met, even if he thought they may not wish to know. But, he still considered it a night gesture nonetheless.
Aurielle
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Fighter (255)
Professor
10 Years
Female
212
BrienaSkysong
Aurielle Adravendi |
Those steady gradated sapphire to sky-blue eyes continued studying the male with easy interest as he acknowledged her, and her head tipped slightly to the side as she took him in fully. He had her by half a foot in height compared with her modest thirty inches, and well-built enough.
Finally, she responded easily, “I am Aurielle Adravendi, Spirit of Valhalla – or the alpha. What can you bring to the pack, should I accept you? What are your skills?”
Valhalla was smaller than its namesake had been, certainly and she was in no place to be too picky, but she did want to ensure that she didn’t bring in yet another wolf who was unwilling to put visible, noticeable effort into pulling his weight in the pack.
Her full attention was on Gero, knowing Aelloshir had slunk in from the shadows, still out of sight but keeping an eye out for danger, both any this male, Gero, might offer, and outside threats that might try to sneak in.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
At first glance, Aurielle's coat is pure white.. Her fur has an iridescent quality (like moonstones) where the fur shimmers different colors under various angles of light: in this case, the colors shown by rainbow moonstones. Not one hair on her hide is a solid unnatural color, but, ya know, it's really hard to convey that in still art :P
Aurielle's English is heavily laden with an Irish, Swedish mixed accent.
Her family is allowed to crash all her threads, Private and Open.
As of Autumn Year 14, Aurielle glows with a bright blue-white bio-luminescence in her fur, and bears a marking over her left eye - see profile and reference.