He would meander through the skeletal trees; weaving around all the fickle objects until finally spotting the crystal water. Relief would fill his dull mind; strong legs carrying him towards the liquid with ease. His front paw would trace the still waters, admiring it for a moment before slipping himself in to drench his body; for the waters to cool him down and to relax just for a little while. He had already met one beautiful girl, a pelt like no other; a beauty she was, oh and how Novaro hoped to see her very soon in the future; such perfection cannot run away from his grasp. He would close his eyes for a moment, listening to the peace, the faint whistle in the breeze and the quiet song of the birds up above. He would spend his time alone once again; growing more and more used to it. Short start sorry, im sure you know by now i never know what to do at the beginning<3 "Speech"

The beautiful creature had a lot on her plate. She had been patrolling, meeting others at the borders, enduring food stock was up and good. It was a mighty job for one little vixen. But, if she was going to be a Queen, the lady would have to do much more. But, she could see that her mother was beginning to get run down. Her mother was old and beginning to wear down. Her fur was turning grey and her eyes were drooping. Schon was heir and it was her duty to step up to the plate. Soon she had plans for a hunt, but for now the girl would venture to the lake. Her delicate paws hit the ground with gentleness. Her alabaster dipped tail flowed within the wind with ease. The beautiful woman was a creature of excellence in every way. Yet, as she slithered along, a flash of cyan pelt made her do a double take. The oddly marked lady sauntered closer as her eyes feasted upon a blue man whom slipped into the lake. The lanky temptress moved closer and sat down upon the shore. She was horribly skinny, but she was very confident in her long looks. "I have yet to see a creature with such vibrant coloration. You must have been blessed by Freyja herself." The fae eyed him with her own blood red orbs as her banner slipped to cuddle her left side. The elegant demoness would wait to see if the boy was prey or promise. ""

He would assume that he was alone; with the area being so silent and peaceful. Though, the brute wouldn't think much of it. He would let his large frame soak in the cool waters, though if it was any colder wolves would question if he was testing himself in such low temperatures; preparing himself for harsh winters. His triangular lobes that lay atop of his crown would swivel at the faint noises in the background, small steps heading his way. It didn't take the youth long to know that it was a woman with her sweet perfume, matched with a husky/ feminine voice. Novaro would quickly swivel himself round to see whom the stranger may be; pulling himself out of the water; letting the droplets slip repeatedly down his frame. She would soon speak of a god/goddess that he knew little of; but he would make no comment."Blessed? How do you know that she's not just trying to give me a challenge? You know its rather hard to stay camouflaged when hunting down large game." He would grin, though quickly feeling the need to introduce himself. " Im Novaro... who are you?" He would question her; his voice but a murmur, he hasnt seen her before. Though, he was still new to these lands.

Schon was quite new to the lands as well. Yet, she was horribly confident in the fact that she knew what she was doing. There was no point in being nervous, especially with her gorgeous looks and impressive stature. He would seem to be shocked by her presence at first. The viking girl watched him as he turned around to witness the cannibal. Her blood red eyes slithered around his delightful form with such intensity. She lacked a certain glisten in her eyes most girls had. She was innocent in the bedding of men. For she had no urge to fuck a man unless married. Therefore she saw him as a mere heathen, for those moments. He responded to her own words with his own. "Blessed? How do you know that she's not just trying to give me a challenge? You know its rather hard to stay camouflaged when hunting down large game." Schon would take a few moments to process his words before her luxurious song filled the air like before. "If one is skilled enough they should not need camouflage." The girl spoke only the truth. Yet, he would soon move to another set of words. " Im Novaro... who are you?" The beauty raised a brow, memorizing her marked features to his name. Novaro, the little blue boy. Yet, she would introduce herself, easily. "A pleasure, Novaro. I am Schon Finnvi, Kurf?rst of Valhalla." The gorgeous woman would dip her head slightly in response, but once more would she speak. "What brings you to the lake? A pleasure swim? Are you not cold? Little Blue?" She tilted her head and waited for an answer. ""

He would care very little of the reasoning this woman had of being here. He would stand there, letting the soft breeze take his large frame with ease, wrapping around him in a tight blanket, much colder then he imagined, his oceanic fur now being soaked to the skin. He would listen to her, though he would totally disagree, she had it all wrong. He would shake his large crown and he would attempt to step closer to her. " You are mistaken. It is not just skill that makes you successful. Without camouflage you will be spotted in broad daylight... skill wont save you from that. I could be the best hunter going but if theres no tall grass, or large boulders im sure ill be just skin and bones by now." He would sigh before moving away, nearing the waters edge instead, Looking upon the replica the water would oh so simply present. " Cold? i guess im just taking a moment to relax... Alactria is a strange place." He would speak in a husky manner, though it was barely a whisper. He was beginning to get used to be alone... but company was always welcome, the other party always did bring something to play, interesting or not.
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The woman of perfection observed the cyan boy with a raised brow. He truly was blessed by at least Freyja who else would creature such a beautiful creature? She thought of his parents and how beautiful they must have been. Pure blood indeed. She would have to study him. Yet, he seemed to not be very pleased with her first set of words. " You are mistaken. It is not just skill that makes you successful. Without camouflage you will be spotted in broad daylight... skill wont save you from that. I could be the best hunter going but if theres no tall grass, or large boulders im sure ill be just skin and bones by now." The woman giggled gently, taking a half step to him as he stepped to her. The Heir locked their matching eyes together once more, or tried to. Her elegant song filled the spring air once again. "But my Blue Jay, there is tall grass and places to hunt within coverage. Therefore we have no reason to worry of your lack of camouflage. As long as you use your surroundings wisely and out smart your opponent, you should be fine hunting. I am sure of it." The girl was fairly confident, but she was very much so one to argue all night. Therefore he would probably get tired of her quickly. His next words brought a little grin to her inky lips. " Cold? i guess im just taking a moment to relax... Alactria is a strange place." The delightful girl nodded and let forth her own words once more. "I truly understand. I have just arrived in these lands and I believe I am already graying from the stress. Perhaps I shall learn to dye my fur with raspberries or something. Hm?" The lady would move to the edge of the lake, perhaps moving past him. But, her bodice would bend into a seat. Her tail curling to her side. The babe looked down at her regal appearance, obviously seeing no grey fur. But only divinity. ""