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The sound, was music to the female's ears. The silence that Yule brought to this world was one of her favorite things in life. The cold winter weather was soothing and made the female comfortable. Looking around the dark forest lit up by the light layer of white snow. Letting out her held breath she strode forward, pasted the well marked borders of the land. This place seemed perfect to reside in with lots of vegetation and trees for the other seasons of the year. Her purpose for coming here was curiosity, she had heard rumors of this pack and it had peaked her interest. No Longer part of her family clan she had been living on her own for a few years and really hadn't made herself known to others. From what she heard of the other two packs she had no interest in them, but this pack she felt should have like minded individuals that she could get along with.

Dark form strode forward, her six tails twisted together to form one big and long tail. She was quiet as she moved, her face lowered to the ground as her nose took in the scents around her. She was a decent tracker and her nose was one of the more important attributes that gave her a purpose in life. Sniffing around she could pick out several distinct scents, all of the pack that lived here. The Avelorn female backtracked to the borders taking a seat by the border marking, her tails remaining together to make it look as though she only had one large one. Ice blue eyes looked through the darkness before her head lifted and her vocals let out a pretty and eerie calling. She didn't fear what she walked into, the darkness this pack might have. Instead she embraced it like a warm blanket of pelts. The cold air didn't make her breath show within the air, no this ice elemental's breath was colder then the current temperature. She lowered her head and patiently sat waiting for anyone from the pack to show their face.


<center><font style="color: #19acc6; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Speech."</b></font> <font style="color: #19acc6;"><em>Thoughts.</em></font></center>
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Lips curled with distaste. A strangers scent clung to the air, coming to far into his home to be just lingering at the borders. Her sweet perfume would have normally been welcoming, but not when she tested his patience. It was winter and brought with it a unholy torture of every females body just waiting to carry life. He trailed after her, her goal clear. It was surprising that she moved without hurry, as though she held no fear for the punishment for her transgressions. Wrinkled lips flashed elongated daggers. Twin tails lashed above his hips, his newly adorned crown lifted above his shoulders. He would approach with silence, toes splayed to silence his approach. She sat the borders, seeming perfectly innocent.
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The winter wind blasted against his thick coat, it had not gone unnoticed that it was getting drastically colder and the snow rarely slowed down. Brave little mouse aren't you? He would rumble, appearing from the white forest like the shadow he was. He peered down at her smaller figure, molten silver blazing. He would allow the magic to flow through his veins, watching as bursts of colors appeared from around her form. She was calm, eerily so. Was she brave or stupid?

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@elysia
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She didn't have to wait long, that she had predicted. A pack like this would have a guard of sorts constantly watching the borders for trouble, what better way to occupy your time? She wasn't at all surprised when his deep voice reached her ears. Perking her ears her ice blue eyes drew her gaze to his large form, looking him over and taking in his form with pleasure. She had found it hard not to appreciate a male especially one of her own species, at least she assumed so. He was much larger then her, powerful, and chiseled with muscle. No doubt he was a fighter, a gruesome worrier. Her eyes drew to the gold ring around his neck, curiously staring at it. The rumor was a female led this pack, but this male looked dominant and she assumed he was in a high rank.

<font style="color: #19acc6; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Maybe so"</b></font> she replied in a calm and collected voice.

Her tails flicked side to side in one fluent motion. As she noticed his twin tails, hers parted spreading apart behind her to show all six long, fluffy tails. Cocking her head to the side her eyes locked with his as her task of taking him in was complete.

<font style="color: #19acc6; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"The rumors I have heard about this pack, they have drawn my interest. I would hope curiosity doesn't kill the cat in this pack."</b></font> a small grin pulled across her lips before she stood and moved closer to him. <font style="color: #19acc6; font-variant: small-caps;"><b>"Would it be a bother to you to tell me about this place, even show me around."</b></font>

She would be pleased to be in his company no matter what type of personality the male had. His looks were enough to satisfy her, it had even made considering joining this pack more of a possibility.


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He could feel her sharp gaze inspecting every inch of him,, not that he minded. It was enough to fuel his already massive ego. He was the best. Her voice was calm as she pondered his words. He said nothing, staring at her with blazing eyes that were unwaivering. She gave flick of her tail, though the massive appendage unraveled to reveal not one, but six tails. He was not a sentimental creature, it made no difference that she held a similiarity, hell, she could be his twin and he wouldn't care.
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It was his turn to soak in the fine details of her face, the delicate blend of color that made up her pelt. Another pretty woman, a bonus in his books. She would speak of rumors, slowly pulling his attention back to why she was here rather than what he could do with her. She hoped that curiousity didn't kill the cat, causing inky lips to curl into a smirk, eyes glittering deviously. It would be so easy to drag her into the forest, do as he pleased and then kill her. No one would be wiser.
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Eyes watched the bunching of her muscle as she rose and moved closer, asking for information and a tour. A brow would arch subtly. Rumors are a dangerous thing to listen to. He would purr. The pack is neutral, focusing on bettering your magic. So long as you don't cause trouble, you are welcomed. The Witch takes everyone in as a contract, you will serve for 2 years then you are free to go or you can stay. There is chance tthat you could join as an apprentice. A slow shrug lifted broad shoulders. And of course there are opportunities for advancement. He would take a step closer to her, seeking to leve only inches between them. As for a tour, it comes with a cost. Lips curled into a grin.
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@elysia