[j, aw] the cradle of these waves

Skye Collins · 05-17-2012, 09:43 PM

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So wipe that smile off your face, Before it gets too late.
There's only so much time. For you to make up your mind

Word Count :: 000 Big Grin

The alpha female paced across the borders, her keen eyes and ears sharp and attentive. Sometimes, she focused on the person she was speaking to - sometimes, she was not focused at all, rather staring off into space, lost in a sea of thought. When she patrolled, however, all of her senses were pointed in one direction - protecting the pack and securing its borders.

Soon enough, a foreign scent met Skye's nose, although it was not coupled with the sound of a howl, as was the norm when loners visited the merchants' lands. Making her way towards the scent of the loner who had no pack scent attached to them, she subconsciously placed her hand on the hilt of her dagger, wary of any danger that the newcomer might present.

It seemed, however, that she need not worry - as the loner came into her vision, she saw that although he did not look harmless in any way, he did not seem to be hostile. He simply stood on the borders, looking only the slightest bit unsure.

Skye pushed past the trees to present herself to the man who had undoubtedly scented her before he saw her and she put on a warm smile. "Greetings," she said cordially. "I am Skye Collins, the leader of the Cercatori d'Arte borders we stand on. What brings you to our home?" she asked, keeping the warm visage on her face. She used this time while speaking to see him fully - he had a monochrome coat of gray with dark hands and a lighter underbelly; he also wore shorts, something that she did not see on many Luperci (not including herself, who wore her light blue silky skirt on that day).

Image courtesy of Gertrud K.

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