05-26-2018, 04:25 PM
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BRIGITTE.
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The sudden voices behind Brigitte shocked her, almost comically, as she hopped into the air in response. There were three of them, and she’d been outnumbered. She didn’t realize she had trespassed into unknown territory.
She swung her body around to meet the strangers behind her, the flail on her backside swinging with reckless abandon, striking a nearby stone on the wall. The tail vibrated vigorously, sending a jolt through Brigitte’s body.
She gathered her composure while she still had the time. She didn’t need to seem hostile, or crazy, after all. She dipped her head in a respectful fashion towards her strangers, pulling back her long mane with her forepaw and adjusting the clip so that it doesn’t get caught in the wind. She wiped the dripping water off of her chin. She must have looked like a slob drinking the water from the falls the way she did, but what could she say? It felt like days since she’d had any kind of hydration.
”H-Hej!” Her native tongue blurted out in a panic. It seems that they weren’t familiar with the language she spoke, though, so she reverted to the language the Crusaders taught her.
”I’d not meant to trespass inta’ your territory! I guess that stuff I smelled was scent markers, huh? Sorry that this was the way things had to start out. My name is Brigitte Lindholm.” She smiled wide, true to her enthusiastic persona. She spied one of the strangers taking a look at her tail, which had probably seemed a bit dangerous, especially to new faces. She hid it behind her body as to not seem like she was poised to attack any of them. ”Don’t worry, I’m not here ta’ start a fight. Actually, I’m lookin’ for a place ta’ call home.”
This place... what did one of them call it? The Ascendants territory? For some reason, it felt familiar. Perhaps that’s why her caretakers brought her here. By the looks of it, they were pretty tight knit, ready to protect one another if hostility struck the group.
It was perfect.
She swung her body around to meet the strangers behind her, the flail on her backside swinging with reckless abandon, striking a nearby stone on the wall. The tail vibrated vigorously, sending a jolt through Brigitte’s body.
She gathered her composure while she still had the time. She didn’t need to seem hostile, or crazy, after all. She dipped her head in a respectful fashion towards her strangers, pulling back her long mane with her forepaw and adjusting the clip so that it doesn’t get caught in the wind. She wiped the dripping water off of her chin. She must have looked like a slob drinking the water from the falls the way she did, but what could she say? It felt like days since she’d had any kind of hydration.
”H-Hej!” Her native tongue blurted out in a panic. It seems that they weren’t familiar with the language she spoke, though, so she reverted to the language the Crusaders taught her.
”I’d not meant to trespass inta’ your territory! I guess that stuff I smelled was scent markers, huh? Sorry that this was the way things had to start out. My name is Brigitte Lindholm.” She smiled wide, true to her enthusiastic persona. She spied one of the strangers taking a look at her tail, which had probably seemed a bit dangerous, especially to new faces. She hid it behind her body as to not seem like she was poised to attack any of them. ”Don’t worry, I’m not here ta’ start a fight. Actually, I’m lookin’ for a place ta’ call home.”
This place... what did one of them call it? The Ascendants territory? For some reason, it felt familiar. Perhaps that’s why her caretakers brought her here. By the looks of it, they were pretty tight knit, ready to protect one another if hostility struck the group.
It was perfect.