The hunt is not something that the golden woman is well-versed in, for she has always had family members to do it for her. She is a warrior queen; battle is her art, and she is a proficient artist. Even before she had hit two years she had been a stunning warrioress; her mentors had said as much. Virgil had brought men to their knees, and soon she will graduate to bringing empires down, to burning the kingdoms that dare to defy Olympians. Each step is calculated, her movements stiff and rigid, and although she lacks the grace of a well-practiced huntress she is proficient nonetheless. Thus, when the time comes she takes off after the unsuspecting hare. It senses her too late, and strong jaws crush down upon a neck, crushing bone and splitting through flesh. Blood trickles down her chin, but victory is hers, and her prayers and blessings are sent up to Nike and Artemis alike. Table by Lu - Image by Poison - Code for Ala Only

In the surrounding territories of Glaciem, the woman would wander. She had been patrolling when her paws seemed to pull form the depths of their empire, off to explore a further land. A scent intrigued her interest, and the ivory wraith would pull towards it, her stride easy, and relaxed. She knew no reason to hurry. The smell of a hare intermingled with that of the stranger, and her pace slowed, not in any interest to disrupt another wolves hunt. A golden hued woman would come into her violet gaze, and she would stand quietly at the woman's back, a bark leaving her jaws to alert her of her presence as she watched the woman's kill. Striding forward, then she would speak, "If you're as deadly in battle as you took down that hare, one would need to be wary." A quiet observation is all that she would offer, her tail flicking as she stood, waiting, expecting a reply. Speech,

The woman she sees is a stranger, but she does not greet her with aggression. Virgil carries herself well, like the god she is, head held up high and fiery eyes locked upon the snowy-colored woman. She has no reason to be aggressive, and so she isn?t. She smiles gently, a friendly soul, at least as far as this stranger is concerned. ?And if I told you that battle is my main hobby?? she questions amusedly. It is not a threat in the slightest hint of the word. It is small talk, a meaningless inquiry. She wishes to glean what knowledge she can from this woman, so that she can determine more about these lands. Knowledge is power, after all. Table by Lu - Image by Poison - Code for Ala Only

The stranger would greet her, offering a polite yet kind smile, a gesture that the ivory woman would return. She was a goddess in her own right, a creature of the divine but she wouldn't dismiss the odd colored woman before her outright, as she seemed to be intriguing. That would be enough to hold the young woman's attention. The rebuttal from the other would be a question, a question that would draw a chuckle from within Roman's chest, and as it passed she would speak, a sincere tone to her voice. "Then you would a woman, worthy of my time." With those words, her haunches would fold, coming to a seating position at her current proximity to the other. Speech,

Worthy of her time? Were Virgil in a higher seat of power, she might call the woman a blasphemer and seek to take her tongue. Alas, for now she is simply amused, amused that the woman does not know that she speaks to the divine. ?But are you worthy of mine, lovely dear? What hobbies do you keep?? she asks, rabbit left at her feet. If she finds herself amused, perhaps she will offer it the the woman with the interesting mark upon her features. Meals and jokes were the food of friendship, but for now she needs to establish the worth of her company. Table by Lu - Image by Poison - Code for Ala Only