Eyelids drooping, she lazily watched white clouds wisped out of the tip of her snout and blend into the grayer mist. There was something therapeutic about watching the delicate vapors intertwine and blend into one another. Mm. A couple more breathes like this.
She paused abruptly. There was another scent in the air now. Perhaps two? One. No. One was closer than the other. But definitely two. She thoughtfully pursed her lips, eyes dipping down to watch a tree branch get abused by the violent waters, splintering apart before being launched off the edge.
Yes. Something will happen. Keumjo’s alone time would be put on hold, she would have to wait to explore her personal musings and thoughts. Her peace was going to be disturbed a little earlier than planned, but she couldn’t bring herself to be annoyed by it. She proved rather elusive in general, but she hadn’t taken particular care today in avoiding other wolves. Unconsciously wanting a little excitement, she neglected checking for signs of other inhabitants of the area. So who had the lucky chance to come across her?
Her ears swiveled to listen to the subtle pattern of paw steps approaching, stiffening slightly as she gauged the speed of her visitor. She wanted to figure out if this wolf was going to be threat or not. Her shoulders rolled back relaxed as it didn’t seem to be the case, but continued to listen cautiously for any signs her assumption was incorrect.
“Might you be careful so close to death, lest the river decide to return your soul today…”
Unmoving, Keumjo blinked and droplets of mist freed themselves from her lashes. Excitement diminished significantly. This obviously wasn’t going to be quite as fun as she hoped, but she would take what she could get.
She stilled for a moment, statue-like, as she prepared herself for one of those interactions. She slowly rolled her head back over her shoulder to peer at her less than pleasant visitor. She looked nearly like a living corpse with the complete lack of expression she wore; it certainly provided an unnerving experience. Her crimson eyes drank in the wolf before her, unimpressed by her snide comment.
Staring for a moment, not yet willing enough to reposition herself entirely, she picked apart the wolf before her. Needlessly snarky, an easy enough trait to figure out. Cruel based on the look in those azure eyes. Manipulative from how she held herself. Most likely easily tells lies then. Why though…not trauma. Upbringing? Hm. Keumjo narrowed her eyes slightly, but her apathetic gaze didn’t waver.
Keumjo didn’t have so many stories woven about her without reason. The ability for reading into situations and individuals came naturally as swimming comes to a fish or as flying comes to a crow.
After a long moment, Keumjo stood and turned to completely face the odd colored female, the pelt of the wolf a surprising shade violets and blues. So unusual. Compared to her angel white pelt, it was quite the contrast. She thought the vibrancy was in kind of pretty.
Maintaining her taciturnity, Keumjo barely cocked her head slightly to the right and raised an eyebrow. Wordlessly answering her ominous remark with an implied “Is there something you need of me?”
Her cold eyes showed no emotion, simply glowing through the fog eerily with a strange unnerving beauty. Part of her charm you could say, in addition being blessed with nearly a perfect figure of a wolf. Not that she cared much for how she looked, but it did attribute to the ‘princess’ part of the title of Ice Princess, which she had been called by a few times. The first time she heard the title, it caught her by surprise but it was certainly enjoyable listening to the rumors spun about her. Keumjo flickered her gaze over the purple wolf’s shoulder to the second creature matching the fainter sense she had detected before.
This one was scrawny from age and somewhat battered with experience too. One of her eyes looked off and from the cock of her head…mm, vision impaired.
“You two are awfully comfortable in Glacium territory.”
She seems like she’d be mad if she found out I’ve wandered most of this island unnoticed for a while now… Keumjo silently mused to herself. Elders do have a lot of tales…and being part of Glacium, she would have had more current news of the state of the islands than I…but she seems more concerned about how close to her territory I am.
Keumjo wanted to sigh, but kept it to herself. This wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for. She had a sudden urge simply to walk away. She simply just didn’t care for this interaction anymore, but she decided it was better than nothing.
She elegantly sauntered forward. An icy gust of wind sent the water droplets attached to her snowy tendrils into the air, an illusionary sparkle. She stopped equidistance from the two at a respectable range, the pads of her feet now cold from standing on the previously untouched shale. Keumjo glanced between the wolf with a venomous tongue to the territorial elder, blinking twice.
Ah, for future reference, names are always helpful I suppose.
“What are your names?” her asked plainly, voice was smoothly soft like a song, pleasant. Yet, it wasn’t gentle nor comforting.