The Blood of a Wolf ~ A werewolf RP ~ PATP

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    Aadhira wrote:


    Aishia nodded silently and sighed. she was still facing away form kiran. Her gaze hard as rock now.


    (Sorry I was busy with work and I got home really late. I just found this thread after a little while. xD)


    Kiran set the deer down and began to work on it with the other men who were beginning to clean and skin it.


    The elder woman picked up a waterskin and handed it to her. "Can you go fill this child?" The stream is not too far from here. It is just south of the camp."

    Aishia nodded and took the jug, her skirt swirling around her legs as she made her way quickly out of the camp. She filled the jug and brought it back, balanced on one shoulder she set it down and sat down. Her face unreadable.


    ooc: Not much has happened.....Aishia was found by Kiran and welconed o the werewolf pack and that's about it.

    There was softness in the dark sapphire blue eyes with icy blue about the black pupil, she looked down at the young child who fallowed her then up again with a sharp jerk of her head steel covering the once gentle look. "Hm, Little beast... Why do you fallow me?"


    The young child who had to of been six looked down not answering her as he had learned was best when around her. His eyes a soft jasper with golden flecks glanced over at the woman he had chosen to travel with, she was taller than any other female he had met before, what to him was a tall mountain of protection and beauty was in fact a werewolf. She stood Six foot three and three quarters holding a woman's figure eight with slight muscular build and long raven black hair that looked like a flowing curtain when she walked going to the back of her knees. In truth he admired this woman despite her coldness to him, from her soft redish tan skin, and high Cherokee cheek bones handed down to her from generations of near perfect breeding, to the elegant and noble way she walked with her head held high. And to a scrawny boy with pale skin and strawberry blonde hair that seemed shaggy, that was alot for a young pup like him to look up to.


    She walked with a large leather bag over her shoulder and entered camp with a slightly frightening strictness as she headed for a small trail off to the side of the camps center. The tall and powerful female stop short of the trail and sniffed the air, something was different, a new scent beyond that of the strange pup she had picked up in her three year travel. It was human... A small growl began to rise in her throat as she lowered her bag and turned to locate the source. It is only fitting the name of this beautiful and fearless female is Maleficent S. Redfern, and the young pup who stared at her with confusion and curiosity is Lyon Jay Rosenburg.
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    ooc- thanks and I like to make a entrance ^.^