11-20-2008, 08:29 PM
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Oh, hahah, that’s alright... We can just say that Cwmfen was reminded of the black red-eyed coyote (Garnet Massacre) while she was traveling through the woods, ^=^
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The female’s head was cocked with curiosity. Who would be the one to come out of the shadows tonight? The approaching creature turned out to be a wolf. The scent reached her after the sound, and then, through the shadows, the figure of a female slid into view. While the lack of light made it difficult to say, the black fea decided that the colour must be similar to the clouds—more grey perhaps, but similar. The eyes, however, were clearly a contrasting green. The appearance and the scent together confirmed to the Circèe of Dahlia de Mai that she had never met this wolf before. Of course that did not surprise the female, for she had met only a handful of the wolves that she new resided with these lands.
The melancholy mood that had dictated the female’s soul lightened marginally. She was actually glad for the company, and she hoped that it was a pleasant female that she found. Rude personalities were not held in high regard. Of course, if it turned out to be that way, she would just have to leave before trouble started. But the offered Hello... did not seem threatening, and so the woad-marked female decided to give the other the benefit of the doubt. She rose fluidly from her reclined position, finding no need to remain so, and thinking that it may appear rude or arrogant if she did. The posture of the black fae was relaxed and non threatening, with a lowered tail, and un-flared hackles, the female appeared rather amicable despite her current mood.
"Hello," she responded in likeness. The suave, melodic voice held dark, somber tones, and her Caledonian accent softened the edges of her mood; and, with ears that new what to hear, there was a hint of Korean lilts. The cold weather seemed to mirror the black fae in many respects. "My name is Cwmfen nic Graine," the young woman offered as she shook her coat of moisture. Then, with a light smile, she continued. "What is the territory beyond these boarders called?" She was curious to know just where she was, but she also desired to learn what this pack was called. The evasion of its name bothered her, and since there was a female present, whose scent was filled with that of this pack, it was a prime time to gain knowledge of such things.
Cwmfen hoped that this female would provide some conversation. Whatever happened next, the woad-marked fae intended to return to Dahlia de Mai afterwards. She hoped that she could gain something from this acquaintance that would aid her. In what way, she wasn’t sure, but there was still much for her to learn. Her life-long isolation made her awkward. But her shyness of others was already beginning to fade. Of course, there would always be some shyness and awkwardness that remained in her personality, for she was too old now for experiences to affect her insignificantly. But now, she could gain experiences advantageous to life and happiness, and not just mere survival. "Nice weather we’re having, " she offered with a smile.
Oh, hahah, that’s alright... We can just say that Cwmfen was reminded of the black red-eyed coyote (Garnet Massacre) while she was traveling through the woods, ^=^
500+
The female’s head was cocked with curiosity. Who would be the one to come out of the shadows tonight? The approaching creature turned out to be a wolf. The scent reached her after the sound, and then, through the shadows, the figure of a female slid into view. While the lack of light made it difficult to say, the black fea decided that the colour must be similar to the clouds—more grey perhaps, but similar. The eyes, however, were clearly a contrasting green. The appearance and the scent together confirmed to the Circèe of Dahlia de Mai that she had never met this wolf before. Of course that did not surprise the female, for she had met only a handful of the wolves that she new resided with these lands.
The melancholy mood that had dictated the female’s soul lightened marginally. She was actually glad for the company, and she hoped that it was a pleasant female that she found. Rude personalities were not held in high regard. Of course, if it turned out to be that way, she would just have to leave before trouble started. But the offered Hello... did not seem threatening, and so the woad-marked female decided to give the other the benefit of the doubt. She rose fluidly from her reclined position, finding no need to remain so, and thinking that it may appear rude or arrogant if she did. The posture of the black fae was relaxed and non threatening, with a lowered tail, and un-flared hackles, the female appeared rather amicable despite her current mood.
"Hello," she responded in likeness. The suave, melodic voice held dark, somber tones, and her Caledonian accent softened the edges of her mood; and, with ears that new what to hear, there was a hint of Korean lilts. The cold weather seemed to mirror the black fae in many respects. "My name is Cwmfen nic Graine," the young woman offered as she shook her coat of moisture. Then, with a light smile, she continued. "What is the territory beyond these boarders called?" She was curious to know just where she was, but she also desired to learn what this pack was called. The evasion of its name bothered her, and since there was a female present, whose scent was filled with that of this pack, it was a prime time to gain knowledge of such things.
Cwmfen hoped that this female would provide some conversation. Whatever happened next, the woad-marked fae intended to return to Dahlia de Mai afterwards. She hoped that she could gain something from this acquaintance that would aid her. In what way, she wasn’t sure, but there was still much for her to learn. Her life-long isolation made her awkward. But her shyness of others was already beginning to fade. Of course, there would always be some shyness and awkwardness that remained in her personality, for she was too old now for experiences to affect her insignificantly. But now, she could gain experiences advantageous to life and happiness, and not just mere survival. "Nice weather we’re having, " she offered with a smile.