<div style="text-align: center"><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">Velaria Romanov</span></span></span></i>​</div><br/>Velaria was the first to arrive, breezing into the space the Alpha and Omega occupied, with silent steps. She was dressed in a simple black floor length dress, with a slit clean up to one hip, exposing a toned leg and ruby red heels. Of course, this was the most expensive outfit the rogue-turned-sentinel owned. Clearing her throat to make her presence know, she approached the table and her Alpha, who had so graciously allowed her to join his pack when she'd arrived, rather than killing her as most would a dominant rogue. "Good evening, Alpha." she said, her tone husky and soft. She made no eye contact with him, as she did not want to offend, and kept her eyes on the ground. It was very hard for Velaria to submit to anyone and that did not exclude her new Alpha, though she would never voice her struggles out loud. Out of respect, her icy, hard eyes flickered to Neviah and she offered a small smile, the slightest tilt of her full lips. This was the extent of the smiles anyone could get from the female. "Good evening, Neviah." Velaria was intense and she knew it, so she tried her best to make her tone friendly and soft for the female, though she could not stop the edge that it had to it. Turning her attention back to Zeph, she gestured to the seat in front of her. "May I?"<br/><br/>She was so unsure of their traditions, even after three months of being with them. However, Velaria was a very skilled warrior and Zeph had put her to use in her role as Sentinel. Other than a very small, brief exchange with her Alpha to get orders, Velaria hadn't interacted with anyone and the aura of danger she carried with her was still present. She had killed before, out of necessity and out of pure want, and it was easy to tell that she carried the remorse with her. She had been a completely different wolf back then. At 29 ripe years of age, she'd spent her adolescent years in a country far away. She was Russian by birth and had served in a very cruel, very out of control pack there, as the Alpha's only daughter. As she stood, waiting for her Alpha's consent, her icy blue eyes had glazed over with thought, lost in her own past.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F02%2F6d%2F29%2F026d29c4d1d37b3881824bef9309ed00.gif&amp;hash=8e518c6c89409e1f4298f6fd7c18dffb" title="026d29c4d1d37b3881824bef9309ed00.gif">
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