Paranorma

Paranoia streaked the obtics of the pure white wolf, whom darted into the canyons warily. She appeared to be a mirage at first, a ghost, even, but as you gaze closer....yes. She is real. The white femora padded into the solitary lands, brown hued obtics flickering at dried bones, and dried canyons. She did not belong here, nor anywhere. Not while she was alone. Femora looks to the steep ridges below her. Her heart wanted her to jump, but she pulled away. She turned and laid down on a nearby rock. She belonged in the mountains, this was not home. She lay her muzzle on her paws, and depressed, she peered around for someone, anyone. She did not like company, she had gone for 2 years without it, but at the same time, she longed for it.

The Hunter

Fae stalks over and glares at teh femmora "If you want a home I know someone who will give it to you. But there is a price to pay" she was tense ready for attack. She would even welcome it. BUt she coulnt now. She must wait. Wait for the War

Paranorma

White ghost-like femora casts eyes to the ground. She speaks in a scrathcy, harsh whisper. She had not spoken in 2 years. "I do not live among others. I owe no one here my debt. If you are asking me to help you, it is not a price, depending on what that is." Fae pins auds against her crania, defensive poised, optics shimmering as she glared upon the fae. "If you want to attack me, go ahead. I have nothing to lose." At her last words, her normal voice began to come back. It was as soft as the call of a dove in mid-summers day, but as harshly worded as a dagger stabbed in the heart. Her last words hurt her, for in reality, they were true.

Paranorma

The femmora stands warily, auds pinned and body low to the ground, burnt-seirra hued orbs blazing and flickering to and fro. This was the first wolf in a while, 2 or 3 years to be exact, that she had come in contact with. She realized, and thought with deprecation in her head Have I just offered this wolfess my help? Perhaps my blood? I will never stand to return with my kind ! Her eyes scanned the terra for but a moment, but the wolfess sprinted off to leave the presense of her traitoress kin. She was obscure, but wished not to show anyone else that.