For Yumpy

The placid babe would leave her new home as the pale skies would change to an almost charcoal. She had quickly found respect for Jupiter, though was it quite so simple to sever her old loyalties to the ice king? S'alkrie knew it was time to move away from Glaciem, no longer was it suitable to consume herself within the shadows, wavering in and out of existence. She wished for change in Alactria, and though her heart is laced with gold with only the purest intentions, She to had to agree Alactria was to soft for their own good. Most thought anyone willing to fight for what they believe in [whether it be for family or a new beginning] where simply villians upon the earthen lands, and well- she could only hope Jupiter would bring something new to the table, S'alkrie was all to keen to support, Willing to put tooth and claw in something she believed in. 

The woman would dance beneath the dim light the moon would provide, keeping her steps light and calculated, travelling towards a small stream. The drop in temperatures reminded her briefly of the North, by now she was rather used to the slightly warmer conditions. A sigh would slip from her rosy lips, so quiet it seemed as of late. She would stand still for a moment, letting the gentle winds wrap around her petite bodice, while looking down within the water, only briefly seeing her illuminating reflection. There was no denying her boredom as of late, it seemed she knew very few wolves, and those she did seemed to never visit. Though, S'alkrie knew it was her fault, the change of her behaviour and choices made her loose everything she cared about. Her crown would twist left and right to peer across each shoulder, as though expecting to see someone slyly come behind her.

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Kuvio "Jigsaw" Armada

Her sight had come initially; a dithering pallid of floral skin and peeled flesh to reveal hoary diety – a sick perfection all burnt and grazed raw by a fault within the glow of her genetics. Time is no burden to a phantom of fabled imagine; innards slow and in an eternal state of rotting hibernation as a ticking sage mulls over enticing decision. He is no ghoul of sex; though the babe before him bristles appeal and coils low beneath his psyche, he is not aroused by her beauty but rather interested - captivated. 

Some time may linger between them; the obscured spectre unseen beyond a pocket of swayed foliage. And her crown may shift, as though the cherry-eyed darling can sense the bristling of his loiter beneath such guiltless ( unadulterated ) flesh. But a fleeting moment of her shifting awareness and the stealthy Armada shall choose to reveal his creep within the aintest of shifts; silently seeking to present his supernatural influx ahead of her right side - a ghost of her past. 

For Yumpy

How wolves come and go, disappearing before they can truly exist in another's life. S'alkire often found it difficult to form any sort of friendship with another due to the fact it all simple seems to... crumble. She had heard Roman had fallen pregnant with her new king firmly within her grasp, and the placid babe couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Though, it always seemed rather common for Armadas to mate within family. Her suspicions had been correct as she swiftly looked beyond each shoulder, her eyes falling upon a ghostly figure, his fur radiant against the night that engulfed him so beautifully. Though he was much like S'alkrie, the faint merle that traces is slim façade and lean body had made him even more unique. She would not flinch away from his close proximities near her side, wishing to analyse his features, and wow how much he had grown! He was always the more quieter son of Sendoa and Isardis, rarely socialising with all the other children- which often made her wonder if it was just out of shyness or the fact he thought he was above all others. Her tail would flick against her heels, content with seeing a familiar face around here, though the fact  remained. Did he remember her? They had never really spoken alone, or very little at all for the matter. " Jigsaw?" Her crown would tilt slightly, before standing, aiming to step slightly forward. She half expected it to just be another stranger, hadn't he left? "It seems like your always absent, and yet you always find your way back." She would say simply, her voice remaining soft. " Didn't you leave with your father?" What had brought him back to alactria? Perhaps he had already found his family in the north? since that's where most of them resided.

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