09-07-2012, 03:36 PM
ooc; lessa is in lupus, max is in optime and valhalla is her horse.
She sighed. The day seemed to stretch on, and Alessandra was weary from her travels. Her stomach growled, and now the painted coywolf was actuely aware of her hunger as well. The dame shook her head resoluetly, her hunger could wait until she reached her destination. Despite being tired and hungry, her tail waved behind her in a good natured, cheery manner. Though her look was creepy and fearsome to others, a change had passed through Alessandra. No longer was she the dark-hearted female that had joined Salsola, she was.. normal. Maximilian schuffed behind her quietly, watching his mistress carefully from her rear.
Though she had released him from slavery when they had left Salsola, he still felt that she was her better. And silently, he would love and adore her. Compared to her small, compact coyote build, he was a monster. She was severely dwarfed by him, and some had wandered how he had been kept in check from the small woman. It was simple really, he had never thought himself as enslaved by her. He was in awe of her, and did everything she asked. Her put her on a pedestal, and did his best to keep her from being touched by the world.
Alessandra sauntered ahead, gloriously unaware of her companions thoughts. Her ears perked ahead eagerly as she searched for signs of the upcoming border, icy blue eyes searching every inch in front of her. Valhalla followed behind Max, keeping a close eye on Less. He was a trained warhouse, he lived for the battle. In the heat of the fight his heart screamed for destruction and his blood called for the life-giving liquid of his enemies. She hadn't used him in a fight in a long while, but he was content to be by her side. However, he quietly groaned, his back startng to ache from the heavy load he carried upon his back. Lessa looked back and smiled, whickering to him in low speech and projecting the thought that they would be there soon.
As though the lands had heard her, the tell-tale sign of the border became apparent. The pack scent was everywhere, and a metre or so away she moved to her haunches, panting. Max glanced at her then looked ahead, joining her in the same moment to howl for the leadership. His was a deep, baritone wolf howl, powerful and captivating. Hers mingled in with his, though it was more sing-song, bordering between coyote and wolf. Now, they waited.
She sighed. The day seemed to stretch on, and Alessandra was weary from her travels. Her stomach growled, and now the painted coywolf was actuely aware of her hunger as well. The dame shook her head resoluetly, her hunger could wait until she reached her destination. Despite being tired and hungry, her tail waved behind her in a good natured, cheery manner. Though her look was creepy and fearsome to others, a change had passed through Alessandra. No longer was she the dark-hearted female that had joined Salsola, she was.. normal. Maximilian schuffed behind her quietly, watching his mistress carefully from her rear.
Though she had released him from slavery when they had left Salsola, he still felt that she was her better. And silently, he would love and adore her. Compared to her small, compact coyote build, he was a monster. She was severely dwarfed by him, and some had wandered how he had been kept in check from the small woman. It was simple really, he had never thought himself as enslaved by her. He was in awe of her, and did everything she asked. Her put her on a pedestal, and did his best to keep her from being touched by the world.
Alessandra sauntered ahead, gloriously unaware of her companions thoughts. Her ears perked ahead eagerly as she searched for signs of the upcoming border, icy blue eyes searching every inch in front of her. Valhalla followed behind Max, keeping a close eye on Less. He was a trained warhouse, he lived for the battle. In the heat of the fight his heart screamed for destruction and his blood called for the life-giving liquid of his enemies. She hadn't used him in a fight in a long while, but he was content to be by her side. However, he quietly groaned, his back startng to ache from the heavy load he carried upon his back. Lessa looked back and smiled, whickering to him in low speech and projecting the thought that they would be there soon.
As though the lands had heard her, the tell-tale sign of the border became apparent. The pack scent was everywhere, and a metre or so away she moved to her haunches, panting. Max glanced at her then looked ahead, joining her in the same moment to howl for the leadership. His was a deep, baritone wolf howl, powerful and captivating. Hers mingled in with his, though it was more sing-song, bordering between coyote and wolf. Now, they waited.