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- Valkyrie de le Poer - 06-22-2009 [html]<style type="text/css">.v001 b {color:#c58c1e; font:9pt Georgia; font-weight:normal; font-style:italic; line-height:0.8em;}</style> you don't wanna stick, trust me, it's cool It was mid-evening, and Valkyrie had just finished dinner with her mama. Ryan was probably the very sun in the youngster's world, shining brighter than even the evening stars that momentarily caught her eye as she trekked quietly across their territory to the beach. She was allowed out until darkness struck the land, and she often pushed her boundaries just slightly to remain longer by the ocean. She promised never to go far into it, and for now was not necessarily interested in it. Swimming in that form was both tiring and awkward, though Val had never shifted before. She had very little concept of whether it was true or not that it was easier in the bipedal form she would, someday, achieve. When she reached the shore, she took a customarily vigilant posture, sitting silently in the sand with a wide smile for the ocean that met with the coast in some sweet love, petting it like a lap dog and combining with it to make all the world's possibilities into one. Every opportunity possible was there in the crest of a tutelary wave offshore, protecting the pack as well as offering her every chance to make her life her own, as far as de le Poer was concerned; someday, she would reach them all. [html] - Jezebel - 06-22-2009 [html]
- Valkyrie de le Poer - 06-22-2009 [html]<style type="text/css">.v001 b {color:#c58c1e; font:9pt Georgia; font-weight:normal; font-style:italic; line-height:0.8em;}</style> you don't wanna stick, trust me, it's cool Were she capable of observing the differences with somewhat of an analytical mind quite yet — she was reaching that point but her child's mind left her reeling when she did — she would realise she and Zana were polar opposites. Unlike the ginger girl, Valkyrie was quick to trust, particularly because nothing had ever happened to her to take that trust away. Plus, if individuals in the clan approached her they had to do so with some degree of safety, for her mother and Gabriel would never allow for dangers to the children to enter their ranks. The clan was more structured than that. So when Jezebel came upon her and hailed her, Val did not jump or grow defensive in the woman's company. Her curious yellow eyes sought the other, surprised briefly (but not at all shocked) to see even more red eyes in coyotes, before they moved down the soft colours mingling between her jaw and the top of her snout. She liked the contrast, and her tail thumped once as this was made known. Hi, she returned with a smile, calm as ever as she regarded the woman. I'm Valkyrie. Val also liked the white on her — it looked good! — and when her eyes found the little cross hanging from the other's neck, she focused on it for a moment. It was simple, onyx and acceptably small, but a nice accessory whose meaning she did not yet know. Living in a religious clan with a religious leader would make it very probable that, in the future, she would be acquainted with God. Yeah, she told the woman then, dropping her gaze for a moment to the sand. The beach is my favourite place to go. Is it yours too? [html] |