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Posted on March 23, 2014 at 04:04:55 AM by Ambrosia
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| It would seem that on this day, the Fates would deem Ambrosia to find herself within the company of another. He is soft; she can taste this in the air between them, the aura calm and comforting. There is warmth, and the young wolf does not feel the need to lay her eyes upon him just yet- instead, she reaches out with her other senses to explore him. She listens close to the faintest brush of movement from him, telling her that he has come to her side and reclined himself, even joining her in her lounging fashion. Her dark nose twitches once, twice as she takes in the aroma of earth, pine needles, other wolves- and Coszcotl. The name comes to mind as does a creme and chocolate toned wolf, massive in size simply because she was but a very young and small thing. All things she learns, she remembers, and she does not forget. Andromeda had taught her knowledge is a vast and lovely thing, and it was not soon a lesson she would forget.
Simply from what she takes in and how she processes the information, Ambrosia knows that this wolf is from Diveen's brother pack, Taviora. If she had even been concerned to begin with, that simple knowledge would have calmed nerves entirely. But being as she was, the young wolf was only keen to enjoy herself even more, as she had from the moment she had taken her place up upon the very shore. Fate, it seemed, was kind on this day, and the smile upon her charcoal dusted as well as splashed muzzle was one most genuine. It wasn't even a conscious effort, for it was natural for the sweet girls face to take on such a thing. Though there was still much to take in about him, Ambrosia is keen on turning her gaze upon him at last- shifting her exotic gaze to the side to seek him out. Because she has no pretenses, or even any thought than the truth, her gaze is given to widen as she observes him in silence. He is beautiful above all else, most truly, and the tones and hues of his fur match that perfectly of his feel. Ambrosia does not have a word for it yet, but she will find one- all she knows is that it is different with all beings. They all.. feel a certain way, and almost always they are similar to that feeling. But this wolf, this male who can only be a few years older than herself but fully grown- he is spot on in his image and his soul, and this the white marked wolf can see plain as day. And because he is a member of Taviora, therefore next to kin, she is reaching out to him. It is the fashion of the angel bloodline to greet one another in such a way, and Ambrosia knew that he might not know that. Her movements were gentle and slow for just that purpose, her intent to touch her almost perfectly white muzzle gently against his own soil and sunlight coloured one. It is a welcome and greeting most warm and friendly, as was her custom and simple, sweet nature. She had learned much over her two years of life, but there was still much for her to learn. It showed in her gaze, as she found his own so exotic in their own right. So different than her own, they were as molten gold with flecks and slivers of coppers and rubies. They were enchanting, and she considered her own usually unusual gaze so mundane in the wake of his own. But it was not so much a negativ thing as an admiring one toward him. And because she wants to know, she decides on gifting him first, in hopes of a return. "My name's Ambrosia.. what's yours?" Her voice trails off after the gift, before asking for his own. It is as she, who so eloquently and sweetly lives up to her namesake. She is relaxed, and more than at ease. Beside Andromeda, Ambrosia had never enjoyed the company of another quite as she was enjoying herself now. And she didn't even know his name, at least, not yet she didn't. It was with an innocent, unhindered eagerness that she gazed upon him, unwilling to look anywhere else but those eyes made of fire. |
| Ambrosia
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