She had not done much in the last few days. It was nothing but lounging around and meeting new people. She met Taurig and Rackshra. Two not very eventful people. The woman wanted to get herself known. But, that was hard to do when you didn't know anyone of power. The little French woman weaved in and out of the pools. Her very white fur was moist with the hot steam. Her tail trailed behind her without a care. Her pointed ears flicked up and her pink orbs danced around. The little Albino Dog had never been to such a place and enjoyed every bit of it. Antointette stopped by a shallow pool and poked one of her tiny paws in. The German Shepherd enjoyed the warm feeling upon her very sensitive skin. She let her body flow into the shallow pool that engulfed her legs in heated water. With a soft sigh that was etched with content she laid down. She let those pale eyes flutter shut as she felt the warm water bubble around her small form. The Queen was at peace. "Speech"

His escapade would slowly carry him from The North, following the rising heat that seemed to loom more towards the east. The King didn?t stray from his home often, but on the occasion it was often rewarding; perhaps he?d bump into a future little pawn to add to his collection, or maybe just stumbled across some pathetic soul to entertain himself with. The only downside to wearing the crown to a selective kingdom was the lack of fools to toy about with. And so the behemoth would waltz, angelic and seamless as always, though as he would so aimlessly approach the steaming horizon of The Springs, his lack of solitude would become quickly distinguishable. At first he was rapidly pleased by the apparent femininity of the aroma, optimistic that he could potentially woo this woman back to his temple. Though as he grew nearer and the pale shape would conform before his ruby gaze, the suggestions of his scent would only be confirmed. Was this a? dog? She were so evidently canine, but something was mysteriously off about her as she would lower her paws into the heated depths, her slender physique so tiny and meek he would grow increasingly wary. He had heard of these domesticated dogs straying into pack lands, but he?d never met one before, and alas Isardis wasn?t entirely sure he would be particularly accepting of such an oddity. ?Are you the product of olden humanoid medalling banshee, or do my senses deceive me?? his usual charming tone tarnished as he called towards her, still somewhat wary of her strange presence.

She lay within the shallow pool of heated water. Her muscles flowed free within her little body. Her skin tingled and her eyes shut. She just enjoyed the feeling for a few moments before a scent filled her nose. It was a musky scent, a horrible scent. Male. She let her pale orbs flutter into view before the pawsteps came into her auds. Her head swerved to see the man and she nearly gasped at what she saw. Her eyes feasted upon an albino much like herself. A man whom stood tall with a golden band around his leg. Her asked her a question and she shook her head. Little Antoinette stood and removed herself from the pool slowly. She stood upon the band and her eyed met his. "My grandmother and grandfather were watch dogs for the humans long ago. But, I was born into a little clan of German Shepherds, much like your packs." Her voice had a remarkable french accent twisted into it that she caught from her mother when she was just a pup. She eyed him with a little smile. Her stance was normal but her tail wagged out of control behind her, she was a Dog after all. "Do excuse my manners, sire. I am Lady Antoinette." She lowered her front half into a little bow before she brought herself back up. She cocked her head and waited to see what he would do. Was this a man of class? He did look of it. Antoinette was one to judge a book by its cover. "Speech"

It would never fail to shock the man when he encountered a fellow albino, although his realisations upon this woman were lightly tarnished by her strange breeding. Upon his feminine encounters, his charm was often enough to lure temped vixens towards his kingdom; where they would mother the next generation of warriors, and be trained to serve him eternally. Though as this woman rose to him, her dripping chassis heaving from the spring of which she had basked, Isardis couldn?t help but wonder what kind of use she would be to him. Would she tarnish his name? Embarress his purity? Possibly. He would grow rigid as she gazed upon him, burying his blushed gaze beneath the rose formations of her iris. Pondering. Silent as he would absorb her reasoning, coral ears flicking hesitatingly. ?Well, she bares manners at least,? his features would become void as his mind continued to puzzle, ?Isardis, King of Glaciem. You do so leave me wondering, little ?shepherd?, what are your capabilities?? Perhaps if she had some skills he could draw her to Glaciem, though The King were still undecided. He had never expected to encounter a dog, convinced they were a rarity, and not a particularly good one.

He watched her in the same way she watched him. Their pale gazes intermingled. They were alike but horribly different. The woman was a woman of purity and class. Her body had never been touched by a man or a woman. Her mind was set on keeping it that way until a man worthy enough came along to impregnate her birthing organs. She was veyr old fashioned, unlike most Dogs one would meet. But, it was just the way she was raised. A comment was let forth and her pride was shot in the tail. Why would she not have manners, "Of course I do. A lady does not leave the den without them, no matter whom you speak to." Her nose was pointed up. Their attitudes were evenly matched. Her spunk made up for her size, there was no doubt. He asked her a question, as if he was planning something. She tilted her head and instantly thought of her skills. The woman was not shy when it came to speaking of herself. "I was raised as royalty. I am wonderful with people and I am a master with politics. I am also a glorious fisher, I taught myself how to do it, actually." She giggled softly, she spoke with those gentle french tones. Her voice as etched with pride that swelled up enough to be popped. "Why is it you ask? Isardis?" "Speech"

He would watch with rising curiosity as she so proudly proclaimed her mannerisms, perhaps stroking her own ego with the class or void ?royalty? she seemed to once posses. Perhaps slightly more comforted by her reasoning, The King would find his persona somewhere within her words, a short chuckle bursting free of coral lips as the albino before him seemed to radiate such confidence. It used to bother him, self reassurance within women, but having been King for close to a year now, the monster was growing more accustomed to their snide ways; managing to shrug off their vibrant personalities with a weak bubble of muse. Her next response would be one that suited him, perhaps she could hunt? Had she have claimed any other duty he probably would have lost interest, presuming that she would falter and just be an extra mouth for his people to feed. But no, she could pull her own, and perhaps she could assist his broods and pups too. Now, seemingly decided he would begin the charm; chassis swaying with the upmost elegance and ease as he would flaunt his prime beauty, golden bands glimmering above his elbows as he would waltz closer to her, pausing barely a metre from the tip of her pale nose. ?Well, little fisher lady; it sounds to me as though you?re as talented as you are exotic, divine,? a low purr would rattle his tongue, proud leer accompanying bemused chuckle, ?My Kingdom has many numbers, royal fighters, women, pups; but we are yet to come by a sufficient hunter, somebody capable of feeding them?? he would trail lightly, ?Would you consider such a task in return of limitless protection, as your name beneath Alacritis? superior empire, perhaps a ?den? to practise your manners?? Muse fluttered his masculine tones.

She watched him closely, the man had a certain look within his eye that made her second guess her friendliness. Though, she could not help but to be nice to such a divine male. Their pale eyes mingle, they matched except for their breed differences. It was obvious this man thought he was the higher creature. Most wolves did. But, she had just as bad as a bite as the man before her. Her fangs were large and her body was packed with vicious muscle that was hidden by her elegant stature. She was an image of royalty, much like him, but they both hid their true selves beneath their albino skin. He began to waltz his way to her, their eyes never left eachothers. She tilted her head, the elegant smile did not leave her pale lips. The woman was not a sucker like most, she did not fall for men so easily. She wished to remain pure and that is what she would do. Her stood her ground, but to her likeing his padding stopped just a meter away. She was flushed with her normal confidence again before he began to speak. She stared him down, a hard stare but her expression was still happy and lush. He said she was talented and the woman could not deny such a statement even if it was just a lure. She did not let forth any words, yet. His vocals filled her ears. A pitch for the little German Shepherd to join his 'superior Kingdom.' She giggled softly, "Now now, before I throw myself into your luxurious paws like I am sure most of the Wolfesses do. What exactly makes your Kingdom so lovely? What is the truth behind your gates. Is it your forces? An army? Or is it your subjects? Are they plenty? Or is it something else. Do tell, divine King." Her french tone was let forth in a sweet flurry. She continued her hard stare, she was determined to get to the bottom of this man and his lovely Kingdom. She was interested, though would she join? That was all up to his next words. "Speech"

He would sway upon her question, light on his toes as he would grow pleasurable within her wit. Though he much rathered the little demonesses that willingly yielded to his offerings, the fire to this little canine was enough to impress him also. He would forgive her difficult ways, hopeful that the stretch would only result in greater rewards. He didn?t fancy the creature as a brood, but he would learn to appreciate her services regardless. That was of course if she chose the wiser option to her debate. ?Numbers of brilliance, warriors of the highest caliber, women and their thriving spawn, bottomless protection, beauty, supremacy? royalty,? he would emphasize the latter, letting his tongue settle upon the syllables as wry smirk would coil his lips. She looked to be woman that fancied a golden platter delivered before her, so what was the harm in sugar coating things a little, hm? It could only do her good.

The stood and listened to the man. She felt the warm sensations of hot steam rise around her luxurious body. Her pale eyes stared into his. He was trying to real her in. He did not see her as a person, but someone to help his kingdom grow. A pawn. Though, she did not mind. She knew somehow she could sneak to the top. She was a people person, a people pleaser. She would flaunt her skills, help, mingle, maybe even catch a man's heart. The woman had her ways, she was not some horrible pawn this man may be use to. As he spoke her eyes did not move. She stared at him with her head held high. She was much smaller then him, but her attitude was much larger then someone could imagine. He spoke of woman to much for her liking. Many would not mention females so much when pitching a pack. She did not study it to much, because her decision was already made. He was a man of royalty. His golden bands nearly made her grovel at his paws. She was a sucker for Kings, but she did not let him know that. Her smile grew and she stepped forward one click. "Glaciem sounds marvellous, darling Isardis. I would love to join your ranks as long as you respect me. I am not some worthless Dog, I hope you know this. I was once worshipped, much like I know you are. I am no pawn." She giggled softly and tilted her head, "Now, lovely, where is my new home?" Her french vocals were sweet yet intense, there was no doubt that this one was quite sure of herself and not afraid of showing it. "Speech"