Change Is Good
Oct 4, 2014 6:26:14 GMT -4
Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2014 6:26:14 GMT -4
What is this place? The light dappled beautifully through the tree's,mottling the ivory fae's coat with it's golden hues. The new smells and sights dissorianted her for some moments before she concluded that she was on the edge of a pack territory. A border? She hadn't meant to end up at one, but now that she was here she found it hard to turn away. Meeting Seska had quietened her down, brought some order to the chaos that was Forbidden. But that hadn't been enough to placate the she-monster that lay beneath the surface, ready to strike. Perhaps a pack would be just what she needed. Her long legs slowed from a lope to a trot, the limbs carefully treading over the roots of the great tree's that surrounded her. The world was more vibrant than she remembered. Summer really is here. Time to change up the pace.
The packs border was easy to find. The land around it was well worn in and smelled strongly. The underbrush was sparce, showing the tan of dried dirt beneath. As she came to to a stop, the winter fae was surprised to find that she had butterflies. The fae was genuinely excited by the prospect of joining a pack. Taking a deep breath, Forbidden raised her delicate head and howled for all she was worth. The sound was ghostly as it echoed through the foulage. A sigh of relief escaped her as some of the weight lifted of off her shoulders. Waiting for an answer, Forbidden became a statue. Her head and tail stayed neutral, pale golden eyes steadily scanning the area in front of her. Only the gentle fingers of the wind, running through her crystaline pelt, made any movement.
The packs border was easy to find. The land around it was well worn in and smelled strongly. The underbrush was sparce, showing the tan of dried dirt beneath. As she came to to a stop, the winter fae was surprised to find that she had butterflies. The fae was genuinely excited by the prospect of joining a pack. Taking a deep breath, Forbidden raised her delicate head and howled for all she was worth. The sound was ghostly as it echoed through the foulage. A sigh of relief escaped her as some of the weight lifted of off her shoulders. Waiting for an answer, Forbidden became a statue. Her head and tail stayed neutral, pale golden eyes steadily scanning the area in front of her. Only the gentle fingers of the wind, running through her crystaline pelt, made any movement.
