Naturally, the Furian girl is leery of strangers, her innate cautiousness causing her to be such a way. Though she is becoming more sociable as time swiftly brings her upon the brink of her fourth year. She finds herself acknowledging that bonds with others did not always mean terrible things – often times it meant prosperity in many different ways. Having a multitude of friends and allies could bode well for her as she begins to make her place more prominent among all of Moladion. And with a near army of siblings parading about wishing to destroy what is left of it, she would be very well off finding some acquaintances.
It was a rather brisk day to be autumn, most of the summer’s heat was waning so far; although one could never tell when it came to this particular season. That is what Bellatrix loved most about autumn itself. It was turbulent, ever changing, and never at a stalemate when it came to climate. One day you may experience the same heat of summer and the next I may be just temperate enough to recline in the sunlight. But much like her mother she gathers her absolute favorite of conditions – when a storm is brewing within the heavens. It’s the electric feel that whirls through the air that brings her spirits to a high and for the majority of the season she will wish for them to come.
This day was rather mild though, the sunlight was warm when a breeze wasn’t weaving through her fur. Placid enough for any normal creature’s liking; perhaps the perfect hunting weather if she were to look at the bright side. Once more she is roaming from the confines of her cavernous home in search of something… more. Maybe it is something that she simply cannot find, for Bellatrix is not the best when it comes to social standards, but she is trying.
Her sights are set upon the woodland, where mother had spoken of many stories from her past, and she wonders if there is something of interest that she may be able to find there as well. Heavy paws lead her far from the rocky abode that she has claimed as her own and toward the looming trees of the forest. Their strength is evident in their splendor; branches reaching wide and high for the clouds themselves. It is surely a magnificent place to be.
Gray brindled legs move at an easy jog through the mottled rays of sunlight as it dances between the remaining leaves. The pale golden markings upon her figure pick up on these warm hues and seem to appear even brighter than usual. Despite all of the wonder that the auriferous light does to the woodland, there is still something beautifully haunting about the place. And for that, she finds that this will be her second favored place to be. The first being that of the crags, of course.
To say that the daughter of Stella does not make mistakes would be a laughable statement. All beings are in danger of becoming victim to error. She prides herself on what she has been raised to know and yet as she moves through the bounteous trees she believes that the flash of white from the corner of her eye to be a fox. Yes, it is true that they do not wear their white pelts until winter, but who knows. Maybe this one bloomed early this year?
Her direction is quickly shifted as she stalks toward the mass of white fur that peers from beneath the rock and log. Once she has closed the remaining space she lunges into action, jaws widened for a quick grasp upon its body. That is until the shift of the wind. At the last moment, she inhales and the direction of the breeze smothers her in the scent of wolf, not that of fox. Her mind backpedals and yet her body cannot while in midair. If anything she will land and retract her jaws from the pile of fur, perhaps only snagging the hairs themselves and pulling them from the skin.
Immediately she takes a few steps back, entirely sure that the wolf is small enough not to be a threat, and yet still she wishes not to make one more enemy this day.
lucian x stella - three - unclaimed - unbound - loner