Nakara

A chilling wind swept through the silent lands as a shadowed figuress swiftly moved o'er the herizon. The bare trees creaking at the flowing wind as it kissed their bows. Snow still blanketing some parts of the lands, but sure signs of spring were scattered about the topography. The gliding figuress made its way to the center of the lands.

The figures strides so peacefull and calm, yet swift and quick. Each and every step that kissed the lithosphere was cautious and beautiful, as if every movement had been pondered and planned for seasons to come. The figuress caried her crainia at a normal height; not so high as to show great dominance, but not so low to show mourning. The figures structure lean but small, her tail short and thin. The figures dance ceased as it came to the center of the lands, and rested upon its powerful haunches.

The figures pelt as white as the snow beneath it, with pathes of night upon its front paw and the top of its eye. The figuress gazed about her surroundings with her deep hazel liquids. The faes auds flipping towards every silent sound as it sent its echos every which way. Her maw rasing to the winds plane to catch new scents. The whole figuress alert, yet at the same time perfectly calm.

;:.The only thing left from this midnight creature is her prints among the lithosphere. follow them my dearest, to find what you truley seek. A prize much better than any can have. A prize never given out before. The heart of this midnight mistress.:;

Tornado

The alpha of the Parnassian Meadows had caught wind of the stranger and come to investigate. His son had moved out recently and he feared his mate and daughter had died. Standing near the edge of his domain, Tornado gave a sharp bark to catch the attention of Nakara.

His tai, body, and ruff were raised to show his status in his pack, but his eyes were calm and accepting. Not wanting to assume anything too quickly, Tornado let her speak first if she wished it.

Nakara

The fae's elegant crainia slowly turned towards the direction of her calling. It had been so long since she had heard the vibrations of anothers vocals. Her deep liquids adjusted to the distance, taking in the full view of the brute. The fae stood and took a few steps towards the brute, then a step back. Unsure if this brute would be worth her speaking, but her longing for a conversation with another caught the better of her. the fae slowly played her dance towards the brute and soon ceased before him. Dipping her precious maw in respect she began. Searching for words..any words. Finnaly after what seemed like ages the fae began. Her voice quite yet calm. The fae very un-used to speaking.
"M..M'lord. I had come to these land in search of a pack..or a home. I have been traveling in search of shelter for some time now, and hunting has been scarce.." The faes gaze had fallen to the ground, but they once again rose to the brute. continuing. "If you would be so kind as to direct me to the alphen.." the fae peering over the brutes shoulder, unaware of his ranking. The now delicate wind weaving in and out of her thing coat. Sending silent shivers through out her lean bodice.

Nakara

¤The feas deepened liquids began gazing about her surrounding topography once more as she awaited a reply. Her white pelt glimmering in the falling light. The faes crainia tilted slightly to one side.¤

Tornado

He gave a light smile, "I am Tornado, the alpha of the Parnassian Meadows." he almost winced at these words, for it seemed he was now the sole alpha of these lands. His mate was gone...

"You are welcome to join my pack if you wish." He let his head and tail remain high, but his words were soft and without aggression.

Nakara

The let out a slight laugh and dipped her maw once more. "oh, why thank you m'lord.." feeling a bit more comfortable hearing that ther was no aggression in his voice.

the Doves deep pools scanned the Gladiator before her once more. And surprisingly had to admit to herself that she was slightly impressed by his appearance. He was well equipped and appeared ready for anything. For his build was large and powerful, his crown nonchalant, his daggers sharpened, and his who structure cunning and handsom. The dove, a bit more relaxed now rested upon her tired haunches.. "soo.." she began, now actually in the mood for a small conversation. "see any herds of anything lately? I could really go for a hunt right now" a playful glint now filling the cornes of her darkend pools.