<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cyfd4XcioBg/VCED7rSZ77I/AAAAAAAAUlU/hLQkLlcw6Ho/s1600/tumblr_n4whivM2Z81sktp8ko1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Dove of Winter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378622#msg16378622) "Kerr"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>a white lace cover-up over that tank-ini and white classics...<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Her studio apartment (http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/small-apartment-plan.jpeg) to a nearby beach.<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noon | Thursday July 6th 2023<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>ohhh that's strange....<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Dark Claw</span><br/><strong>MUSICAL MOOD:</strong>Pretty Fly For a White Guy - The Offspring (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QtTR-_Klcq8)<br/><hr/><br/>Dove could do no more than tilt her head as he grumbled out a response. Why would ANYONE call themselves something simply because it sounded cool? Dark Claw didn't fit him OR his persona. Of course, her own name was more a TITLE, one gifted to her on her fifteenth birthday. She was "of Winter" because her birthday fell on the Solstice and informed almost every aspect of her being. She was an absolute, given to introspection and dark dreams. It made sense!! Still, she could not knock him nor tease him for being who he was, well not more than she had done already. Instead, she listened as he spoke, nodding along in contemplation. Finally, she answered while tilting her head back slightly.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"My mother told me that we are not meant to be alone. However, our pack was family only, and I have a hard time fitting into large groups comprised of people I do not know. Probably because of my snark?"</span>The words were a tease and meant to bring a smile to his features.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Could it be that I've not run into trouble simply because I reside mostly on the "normal" side of things? Until I came here, I did not know much about any of this. I was born this way, not "turned" and my parents kept their secrets close. I did not even know to come HERE until after I found my mum's diary, and that did not happen until after my parents...died."</span><br/><br/>As he explained about the other pack, Dove immediately felt her hackles rise.  There was NO way she'd kowtow to some masculine personage with a stick up their rear. She had avoided trouble all of this time while being alone. Some jumped-up puppy with delusions of grandeur was NOT about to get their paws in her.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I don't care about dick swinging or being involved in the thick of things. I just want to find a place to belong, easy as that."</span>That was the end of it, as far as she was concerned. She needed a pack, not a general, and the wolf in front of her HAD a pack. He didn't seem mean or hateful, which was a plus in her opinion, and disparaged neither her parentage nor her stupidity.<br/><br/>A happy giggle escaped her as the tall man performed a shuffling sidestep while singing along to<strong>Hakuna Matata</strong>. She could definitely see the appeal, and she joined in with the words, nodding as she conceded the truth in his statement. Finally, she turned toward the gathering by the grill and shrugged one supple shoulder.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Your pack seems a far better fit. Honestly, I don't need power or glory, just safety and to know the rules. So, lay on MacDuff; I promise to behave."</span><br/><br/>Once the wolf turned away, Dove sauntered along behind him, her wide dark eyes scoping out those gathered while her lips held a hesitant smile. She supposed if one were to meet a bunch of wolves for the very first time, this was an introduction one should wish for....even if he was a tad messy.