Post by Cassiopeia on Nov 22, 2017 6:01:13 GMT
It was growing late into the evening, long shadows stretching from the towering rocks that made up her home. Normally wolves would be settling down for a nights rest around this hour; however, Cassiopeia had caught whiff of a scent that did not...belong. Pale yellow eyes sweep the clearing to be sure that the Guards are in place before the she-wolf slips quietly away, padding steadily towards the source of her curiosity. She could tell that it was yet another wolf, but their presence here - trespassing or otherwise - would not be allowed without permission first.
As the rogue comes into sight, she is satisfied to see that their pelt is dark as her own; Celestius clearly favored this wolf, as it did all of their kind. Stopping directly in front of them, she has no qualms about meeting their gaze head on, her own steady and calculating. Though she appeared relaxed, if one were to look closely, they would see a slight tension in the muscles of her hind legs; she is ready to leap fangs-first at any moment. "Unless you are here to commit yourself fully to Cursed Moon, you are not... welcome on these lands." Her chin lifts; it is a slight movement, but one that portrays dominance nonetheless. "State your purpose, and pray it is a good one." Lips pull back just enough to expose pearly white teeth, and the moonlight illuminates the numerous scars on her figure. It is clear that if this wolf was not prepared to swear loyalty, they would meet a rather...sticky end.
Caracal Corps
ooc: A bit short, but I hope it's alright ^^
As the rogue comes into sight, she is satisfied to see that their pelt is dark as her own; Celestius clearly favored this wolf, as it did all of their kind. Stopping directly in front of them, she has no qualms about meeting their gaze head on, her own steady and calculating. Though she appeared relaxed, if one were to look closely, they would see a slight tension in the muscles of her hind legs; she is ready to leap fangs-first at any moment. "Unless you are here to commit yourself fully to Cursed Moon, you are not... welcome on these lands." Her chin lifts; it is a slight movement, but one that portrays dominance nonetheless. "State your purpose, and pray it is a good one." Lips pull back just enough to expose pearly white teeth, and the moonlight illuminates the numerous scars on her figure. It is clear that if this wolf was not prepared to swear loyalty, they would meet a rather...sticky end.
Caracal Corps
ooc: A bit short, but I hope it's alright ^^
