09-06-2018, 08:58 PM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Carefully the blue toned huntress made her way through the thick canopy of the forest as a strange scent entered her nostrils. Well, it wasn't everyday that they got visitors and often enough it was the Typhoon checking up on them. But at the current moment she felt like it was more than that, something different stirring in the air. As she allowed small paws to lightly scrap thick claws against the bark of the tree she was in her her burning orange red eyes located the culprit. A lion whom looked to have seen better days and she could relate. At one point in her many lives she had looked this way, down and out but not gone. Never gone. Her body bunched up muscles taunt before she leaped down from her branch and landed before the lion, gaze curious and yet guarded all the same. The soldier shifted and rolled her shoulders before she allowed a small dip of her head as she spoke up in her usually deep feminine toned voice. "Why have you come to the Rosebloods?" She asked with a neutral tone as she slowly sat down, gaze lifted up to see the lion's face. Though the scars upon his body interested her more than anything else. What tales did he have to say about where he had come from and what he had been through. But she kept her question to herself, until she understood his reasons for being here. "I am Blueridge."