Shake it out

Skoll Haskel · 03-02-2012, 02:59 PM

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Crappy pooost. ;_;

The mostly white she-wolf turned around in bewilderment, golden eyes falling upon him. She seemed less confused by his presence when he introduced himself, however, and he giggled as her saw her pink tail. He’d been painted with a veve before by the Erzulie girl, but he didn’t know if he’d want to color whole parts of him blue or green. It would be really hard to until he was able to shift, anyway, unless he had a very patient and skilled friend to put the stuff in his fur for him.

The woman welcomed him in graciously then extended a hand, which he set his pale paw in. He giggled again as she referred to him as her liege, a decidedly royal title that suited someone of his heritage. The young Haskel’s cockiness surfaced in his vibrant-eyed face, though his prancing once he leaped into the hay with the d’Artisan was only minimal. A gallant prince he might be, but he was still a prince in another pack’s territory!

Already dropping down into the hay to roll, Skoll paused to look at her as she curtseyed to him. His head dipped in an acknowledging bow before she mentioned his father’s name. He supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised that others knew the name of the Cour des Miracles King, but she spoke the name very easily. A brow quirked, and he postponed an answer to her question as he stepped closer to her. He pressed his nose into her fur and sniffed.

“You smell like Niro!” the golden puppy declared. He had been young yet when the Majordomo had left the Court, but after meeting the man’s son Jiva, his scent was renewed in his memory. He grinned at the woman. “Whatcha name, ma’am?” he asked, before his gaze fell once again to the books and trinkets laid out. “And what’s all that stuff? What’re the books about?”

Word Count :: +319

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