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I watch as a yearling approaches, her eyes innocent but her scent is anything but. She smells of the pack of angels, or so I've heard them called. They house assassins and warriors and elders, oh my. I've been getting to know the lands little by little and I'm starting to figure out what all the packs stand for. I have yet to make a decision on whether I even want to join a pack but I'll keep my options open, just in case. I do like doing my own thing, after all. I can tell that this young girl has a dangerous twist, something about her just doesn't smell so innocent as she seems. Perhaps she's in training to be a warrior. No, something about her doesn't scream confrontational killer. An assassin then? That would make more sense. She's already got the deception down pat. My brow arches up, amusement flickering in my gaze. She takes her time, letting her eyes do all the work. I should have known this wasn't going to be a quiet afternoon to myself. Khaleesi looks like she's daring the devil, so to speak, or better yet, asking for trouble. My lips twitch back in a mysterious smirk as I start pacing on the other side of the river, studying her as she studied me. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine. My tone is teasing, eyes flashing in a challenging way. She wants to play with the big dogs, she's going to have to learn sometime how to hold her own in a war of wits. OOC" Blah, sorry it sucks ]= Spike_male_four seasons_no imprint_no ties_no spawn_no pack |