Gladiator [Evelette]
04-26-2013, 09:04 PM
The ivory dame seemed to gleam in the warm sunlight. Bathing out in the open, bodice sprawled lackadaisically, chest rising and falling, crystalline blues gleaming in the sunlight... she was a picture of grace and beauty as she absorbed the glittering sun's rays. For the moment, her mind was at peace. She wasn't dreaming of betrayal's or deaths, she wasn't dreaming of love or admiration. Peace, sheer, unadulterated peace had blanketed her and she cooed, coiled in its thick embrace, she let it envelop her. The color of her pelt kept the sun's rays from overheating her, but allowed just enough warmth to make her comfortable, sometimes being of a lighter color, seemed a blessing, of course the heat of Valhalla could not hold a candle to the heat of Arkhein.
Evelette was not a vicious or vindictive creature, it was amazing that she had managed to squeeze into Arkhein at all, the militant pack went against everything she believed in. She was a creature of relative peace, she liked to talk things through, get to the heart of the matter and solve a problem with intelligence and a soft spoken word... but alas. Not everything could be done in such a way, and despite her soft nature she had managed to win the favor of two of Arkhein's most feared warriors... it was funny how life worked like that.
Her past was not something she often dwelled upon. It didn't hold a great deal of joyous memories for her. From Freak to Elyias... she was getting sick of being ripped apart. It wounded her, more than she cared to admit and she couldn't take such thoughts for much longer. Yes... she had been trained in Arkhein, yes she could fight fairly well, yes she could hold her own in a test of tooth and fang, she merely did not chose to do so very often. She would sigh softly, her breath escaping her in a languid puff of air.
The scent of something Valhallen, yet a scent of someone she did not recognize reached her sensitive nose and sky blue eyes would fall open, rolling herself onto her belly, her tail coiled around her haunches while her skull sought the stranger, lifting and seeking this new comer. What were they doing on the outskirts of Valhalla? Surely no one would be seeking her? She had done nothing to dismiss Valhalla's rules, they would have no reason to scold her. A skeletal form appeared on the horizon, ebony fur that had dulled and looked flaccid, border lining on emaciation, but the blue eyes seated within his cranium were seemingly full of life... how curious. He was like her perhaps, recovering from something he once held dear.
"Hello doll, I don't believe we've met, my name is Evelette, won't you come join me?" Her tail would flicker, drifting back and forth across the sands, a gentle smile tilting her lips. Ever the picture of kindness she would invite him with nothing but love ringing through her lyrics.
Speech!