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Hello, welcome to ‘Souls.
300+
The black fae had returned from Halifax yesterday, but without the blood of Brennt to pay for his foolishness. With a soft sigh, the warrior moved through the lands, her woad bound limbs carrying her with that ethereal grace as she departed from her den. There were many things on her mind, and there was much for her to do. But the two males that held priority within the woad warrior’s agenda continued to elude her. She admitted that such a thing was frustrating, but the warrior had the patience of one enlightened. Their time would come—she knew it would, whether it was by her jaws or the jaws of another. It was inevitable. Only time was uncertain, as was her future’s path.
As the woad marked fae neared the boarders, she picked up the scent of a stranger. That scent held no distinguishing mark of a pack, and so the warrior immediately became wary. These were times of conflict—even the newly formed pack Cour de Miracles held high tensions with Dahlia. One could never be certain. The Adonis caught sight of the other—a brown female—as her movements ceased. The woad bound ears pressed forward as if expecting something, but she stopped only when she had reached the boarders. The white eyes of the Adonis met the other’s gaze, her posture comfortably erected as she stood before the loner. Cwmfen nic Graine was not a cruel woman, nor was she arrogant. But she did expect respect. "What do you seek here, loner?" The soft melody inquired, her alto voice dancing lightly on the wind. The vocative she used did not hold a derogative implication, nor was it threatening. Of course, that did not stop the warrior, her tail raising slightly, to be the alert creature that she was.
Hello, welcome to ‘Souls.
300+
The black fae had returned from Halifax yesterday, but without the blood of Brennt to pay for his foolishness. With a soft sigh, the warrior moved through the lands, her woad bound limbs carrying her with that ethereal grace as she departed from her den. There were many things on her mind, and there was much for her to do. But the two males that held priority within the woad warrior’s agenda continued to elude her. She admitted that such a thing was frustrating, but the warrior had the patience of one enlightened. Their time would come—she knew it would, whether it was by her jaws or the jaws of another. It was inevitable. Only time was uncertain, as was her future’s path.
As the woad marked fae neared the boarders, she picked up the scent of a stranger. That scent held no distinguishing mark of a pack, and so the warrior immediately became wary. These were times of conflict—even the newly formed pack Cour de Miracles held high tensions with Dahlia. One could never be certain. The Adonis caught sight of the other—a brown female—as her movements ceased. The woad bound ears pressed forward as if expecting something, but she stopped only when she had reached the boarders. The white eyes of the Adonis met the other’s gaze, her posture comfortably erected as she stood before the loner. Cwmfen nic Graine was not a cruel woman, nor was she arrogant. But she did expect respect. "What do you seek here, loner?" The soft melody inquired, her alto voice dancing lightly on the wind. The vocative she used did not hold a derogative implication, nor was it threatening. Of course, that did not stop the warrior, her tail raising slightly, to be the alert creature that she was.