History was something that had set into the young female, her line of heritage was something she had become a little more familiar with, since the visit to Inferni. Her family was well known, her name familiar in this pack of misfits. It had seemed her arrival had brought a storm worthy of destruction, and letting the space between her siblings expand terrifyingly. They were out there, Lowry and Helena. There had just been a single time, when the young coyote had let herself be a wreck, one time into the eyes of the Dasa she trained with. Weak and throwing her heart of a lion to the sheep, who in their right mind would believe the Zepar to be worthy of excelling into the Iblis rank? As far as the dusky hybrid could tell, she was family here. A slender finger moved to scratch the scarring cut on her palm, recieving the feelings of acceptance quietly.
Ellie stood up from the log she had made herself comfortable seated on, stretching her slender body, her raccoon falling like silk to stand beside her feet, whiskers tickling the hybrid's ankles. Thankfully, the weather was calm, the wind minimal, quite like a insolent child asking for forgiveness. With all the Lykoi had, Elody wished the sky would stay the soft white-blue. It was cold, the first frosts in Nova Scotia were not far at all.
Elody was close to paranoia when a voice was heard, believing it was just something inside her head, as dim and muffled as the sound came. However, curiosity was often the sin she fell to, large ears perked as she headed in the right direction, coming upon a familiar calico canine. Close to her feet trundled the grey raccoon. A smile lit up her face, Charm! How's it going? Briefly at the meeting Ellie had spotted her, with a canine immobile to her like a slave, on a chain. Perhaps the information could be politely found out...Who knew?
