Skill: Counselor 1/5
Unlike Fable, a woman of sunlight and daytime, the golden wraith was waking up just in time for her evening stroll. The sun was lowering, just kissing the edges of the horizon, and Amaranth had begun her "patrols." For those who were unaware, Amaranth's patrols typically consisted of wandering around until she found something of interest to bring back to the den.
Sometimes, she interacted with packmates, but most of the time, she slunk off to do her business at whatever end of the territory seemed to speak to her. Of course, she always checked in with Valeska before slithering off for the night ... and she would always come home to curl right back up next to her wife in early-morning tradition.
This was like clockwork ... and, of course, returning home to her wife was the most anticipated part of Amaranth's evening.
And so the wraith moved onward, trailing the edges of Elysium. She'd not expected to find anyone up toward the edge of the Golden Glade, not at this hour ... but it wasn't a complete surprise. Since the move-in of Archon and the Zombie-Hunter's-Wife, the Eastern edge of their territory had become more heavily scented. Busier. And today was no exception.
Normally, Amaranth would slink her way back into the shadows, ignoring the unfamiliar faces of the new pack. But today, the face on the borders was a face she recognized ... though you would hardly realize it with the mask of sorrow that hung like a cloud over that peachy-rose form. Eyes of forest green were glassed over with poison ... a messy mane draped with old florals and a posture that read of hurt and heavy emotion.
Unlike Fable, a woman of sunlight and daytime, the golden wraith was waking up just in time for her evening stroll. The sun was lowering, just kissing the edges of the horizon, and Amaranth had begun her "patrols." For those who were unaware, Amaranth's patrols typically consisted of wandering around until she found something of interest to bring back to the den.
Sometimes, she interacted with packmates, but most of the time, she slunk off to do her business at whatever end of the territory seemed to speak to her. Of course, she always checked in with Valeska before slithering off for the night ... and she would always come home to curl right back up next to her wife in early-morning tradition.
This was like clockwork ... and, of course, returning home to her wife was the most anticipated part of Amaranth's evening.
And so the wraith moved onward, trailing the edges of Elysium. She'd not expected to find anyone up toward the edge of the Golden Glade, not at this hour ... but it wasn't a complete surprise. Since the move-in of Archon and the Zombie-Hunter's-Wife, the Eastern edge of their territory had become more heavily scented. Busier. And today was no exception.
Normally, Amaranth would slink her way back into the shadows, ignoring the unfamiliar faces of the new pack. But today, the face on the borders was a face she recognized ... though you would hardly realize it with the mask of sorrow that hung like a cloud over that peachy-rose form. Eyes of forest green were glassed over with poison ... a messy mane draped with old florals and a posture that read of hurt and heavy emotion.
Fable, мой маленький гриб* ,the woman purred, practically apparating from the early evening shadows. Glittering purple eyes would rattle with labyrinthian emotion, seeking to lock with Fable's soft green lenses.
Who has troubled you?Her tail flicked lowly behind her, rattling in a way that emanated with a danger akin to a rattlesnake before a strike. There was a depth to her voice that was ... almost possessive. But certainly ominous.
* my little mushroom
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Valeska is allowed in any of Amaranth's threads
