<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0a/4d/a6/0a4da64b651b06a2bd1240c8b6f33ff9--native-american-girls-american-indian-women.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Maria Weaver   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=275498.msg13535112#msg13535112)</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lounge by the challenge circle<br/><strong>Currently:</strong>paying respects to her new Alpha<hr/><br/>Maria watches the fight with bated breath, she likes her Alpha well enough but he is getting old. And while a part of her thinks the whole thing about having one is silly, it isn't the middle ages anymore she also respects their tradition enough to not voice her somewhat heretical thoughts. While she isn't much of a fighter, sure she has tumbled and played enough in wolf form to be able to handle her own she has no illusion how long she would last against either of the two. So her eyes watch in amazement as they dart back and forth, faster than she can even keep up with. Each yelp of pain as a fang or tooth finds its mark sends a shiver through her, why can't they talk it over? Silly men! Silly testosterone laden men! Silly testosterone laden gorgeous men.<br/><br/>It seems Stephen is more than holding his own, the challenger cautious and almost hesitant to her untrained eyes. And as the Alpha gets a good hit in that leaves a leg bloodied she wonders if the challenge was premature, if he fails Alex will never be Alpha. But the younger wolf isn't beaten and that one wound seem to hammer home how serious it is as he rallies marvellously and before she can even catch her breath it is over. Soundlessly she holds her breath waiting to see how the new Alpha will treat the old, but she needn't worry, he nuzzles his father gently and then leaves to change back into human form. Maria isn't following to give her respects straight away, preferring to give the man time to change into some clothes. It is after all very very hard to look at a naked man and feel any form of respect. Naked men are so silly looking, oh sure they can be gorgeous when draped out over a bed but just naked with that thing dangling.. yeah not very inspiring. Poor men.<br/><br/>Thankfully the challenge was as far as they go civil so she doesn't have to feel bad as she makes her way over to the new leader. As is her way she is clad in a long beige dress with plenty of feathers and bead work carefully sown into it, her feet are for the occasion stuffed into comfortable moccasins and her long black hair braided down into a single braid that falls down towards her shapely rear. A stranger who sees her might fully expect her to greet someone with “Ugh white man” with her hand up in the air like in the old corny westerns. Than again, as far as she is concerned respecting the way her ancestors dressed is important. They lost too much of their way already.<br/><br/>As she comes up to him she kneels down with the rest and lifts her head up baring her throat to him in submission, her eyes artfully gazing off into the distance. Every muscle, every fibre of her being is screaming “You are my leader, I submit to you.” And she stays like that, not moving until he gives her his permission to do so, either with a word or a gesture.