Post by Valkea on Jan 16, 2016 10:39:00 GMT -5
An ivory female with streaks of copper had been pacing alongside this new pack's borders for a couple of days now. She had heard that this pack had built up quite the reputation for themselves and ruled the largest, most extensive empire in all of Anikira.
And she wanted to be in on the action.
A light bulb suddenly went off in Valkea's mind. A gift would greatly increase her chances of being accepted and possibly getting placed in a high rank. Grinning, the wolfess went off in search of a suitable present. It wasn't long before she came across a decently sized rabbit with a nice brown, thick winter pelt. You're mine! the Arctic Wolf femme though as she inched closer to her quarry. Gotcha! The young rabbit let out a blood curdling scream as the thickset harpy ended its life with a clean snapping of its spinal column.
Satisfied with her handiwork, the goddess bent down and retrieved her freshly slain token and made her way back to her previous post along the border. Once there, the she-wolf opened her trap and the rabbit hit the chilled earth in front of her broad front paws with a dull thud. Hm. Now I wait. Valk placed her hindquarters on the earth below her and fixed her burnt umber gaze on the familiar forest before her.
Just in case the rabbit's dying scream or the fresh scent of blood didn't draw a pack wolf to her, the seductress slowly tilted her crown back and let out a howl that increased in volume, signaling her presence to whomever was to greet her. Once her alert drew to a close, the youthful woman's jaws parted once more- this time, to introduce herself. "Hello." she began in honest, polite voice. "My name is Valkea. I wish not to challenge you for this land, nor do I wish to take over your pack. I would like to request a place among your great ranks." They must be a large pack based off their empire. Only a stupid, cocky wolf would dare to do such a thing. It's a death sentence for sure, no doubt about that.
She knew that in order to achieve her ultimate goal, she was going to have to play it nice. And constantly. The unstable female had groomed herself to be a polite, gentle, and accepting girl over the past few months with a serious amount of effort and self-control. Gone was her rude, blunt, foul-mouthed, sadistic, sarcastic persona... for now at least. Once and if she got accepted, she would reveal her true self with time.
Her posture remained calm and non-threatening as she waited for someone to appear.
tagged|| Typhon or/and Messoria
ooc|| Sorry about earlier. I hope that you find this post more ideal. Maybe there's a little skirmish to see what she can do? Idk. Your call of course.
word count|| 450 words
muse|| Not there
ooc|| Sorry about earlier. I hope that you find this post more ideal. Maybe there's a little skirmish to see what she can do? Idk. Your call of course.
word count|| 450 words
muse|| Not there