A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.

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Sister Act [Sethilississ]
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Posted on February 1, 2013 at 05:07:37 AM by Athene and Hellene


Two femmes trot toward the large winding river that they heard was called “Romance River”. They are sisters, and although they do not look very similar. Once is a mostly white wolf, with some grey and black streaks along her dorsal, with eyes that shine like freshly made honey, whilst her younger sister is a russet and grey wolf, with eyes that match her sister’s. They are pacing in stride, used to travelling together. They are fairly new to Blossom Forest, and have yet to really meet other lupines, aside from a pair of brothers they had spoken with briefly. And so they travel toward the river, hoping to find something… more.

Athene, the older fae, moves with a soft step. She is a careful lupine, doing and saying exactly as she means. Her sister Hellene, on the other hand, is a bit more carefree, her heavy stride sounding audibly upon the ground. Although opposites, the two could not be closer friends.

As they near the running water, their stride slows, until they make it to the water’s edge. Athene lowers her head, her pink tongue lolling out of her mouth to lap up the cool, fresh beverage. It runs down her throat with an icy chill, rejuvenating her body and awakening her. Neither her sister nor here have gotten much rest since they decided to travel to this new place. Hellene takes the pause in travel to stretch, her dorsal arching as the anterior portion of her bodice lowers toward the ground. Athene’s honey gaze travels upon the opposite shore, admiring the beautiful view provided.
“With such a view as this
I am not much surprised, sis
That this is dubbed Romance River
Because of its apparent glamour.

Perhaps it’s here that we shall find
Two brutes that aren’t cruel but kind
Whom we can join with from here on
And be no longer be so much withdrawn”

Athene’s voice was soft, yet commanding, and Hellene’s gaze shifted to light upon her sister. It was rare for her sister talk, just as rare as it was for Hellene to be silent, so the younger femme smiled.

“It is nice to hear your voice sister… too often you are silent, and I find myself talking to… well to myself. If you do indeed want to have a mate you may need to talk more or he may find you indifferent! Be more like me – social, personable - ” Hellene was cut off by a quiet chuckle from her sister, and Hellene’s ears flicked toward her skull in annoyance. “ Yes, yes, yes, I know you think I talk too much Athene.”

Athene simply smiled, and then began to groom herself, knowing that the amount of travel they had done, while it brought them to this land quickly, had not done anything for their appearances. Hellene was the one to chuckle this time, and took her sister’s cue to begin cleaning herself also. It was a quick process, as neither fae was overly anxious about their appearance, and the two sat upon their haunches and wrapped their plumes around them, patiently waiting to meet anyone who came their way.




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