Post by Evelette on Jul 12, 2015 12:18:01 GMT -8
The dame stood neither too tall nor too small. She reached an average height with an average build that tended to lean towards a more lithe and slender body. Her coat was a long and luxurious ivory, a sinfully soft pelt that was kept in pristine condition. She took pride in the way she held herself and the gentle confidence that she exuded. It had been... far too long since she'd come across any pack and after reaching Lagratia she'd come across several. She'd done her research, she'd explored the isle and asked around and after a great deal of soul searching and attempting to make a decision, she settled on the pack furthest to the North... providing they would take her.
Her body moved with a slender and effortless grace that propelled her frame with ample grace through the trees. The soft and rhythmic thumps of her paws as she galloped towards the base of the mountains and the territory line became a rhythmic mantra in her head that helped soothe and calm her nerves. She was long since out of practice when it came to such interactions and she prayed silently for the grace to recall her mothers teachings. She drew herself to a slow walk and then a halt as she perched herself a few scattered feet back from the territory line. It was distance enough away to be respectful while making it obvious that she wished to speak with someone of authority on the other side of that line.
Her legs shifted beneath her, prancing slightly before she shifted and settled on her rump. The way she perched was nearly elegant as the long luxurious tail coiled around her legs instinctively. She was a poised picture of grace and decorum... it was important the way one presented themselves as such affairs. Evelette believed that with all her heart. She lifted her skull to the heavens, lips parting as a long, soft howl swept through her larynx and into the heavens, calling for anyone who held the authority to come and greet her. She dropped her cranium, her chest softly rising and falling in a steady rhythm as she waited to see if her call would even be answered.
Her body moved with a slender and effortless grace that propelled her frame with ample grace through the trees. The soft and rhythmic thumps of her paws as she galloped towards the base of the mountains and the territory line became a rhythmic mantra in her head that helped soothe and calm her nerves. She was long since out of practice when it came to such interactions and she prayed silently for the grace to recall her mothers teachings. She drew herself to a slow walk and then a halt as she perched herself a few scattered feet back from the territory line. It was distance enough away to be respectful while making it obvious that she wished to speak with someone of authority on the other side of that line.
Her legs shifted beneath her, prancing slightly before she shifted and settled on her rump. The way she perched was nearly elegant as the long luxurious tail coiled around her legs instinctively. She was a poised picture of grace and decorum... it was important the way one presented themselves as such affairs. Evelette believed that with all her heart. She lifted her skull to the heavens, lips parting as a long, soft howl swept through her larynx and into the heavens, calling for anyone who held the authority to come and greet her. She dropped her cranium, her chest softly rising and falling in a steady rhythm as she waited to see if her call would even be answered.