Returning home

it had been a long long time since she'd been back to CdS

it was pleasant to be back home, even with the scent of Lycan heavy in the air

but she was getting used to the smell now and it was slowly getting rid of her fear as she never smelt any hostility

she had gone to the gardens where she had met that other Lycan, Zeke

he seemed nice enough so she hoped the others were like him as well on some level

well, she knew she was about to find out when she encountered a new Lycan scent

hmmm.....male......very old...over a thousand......calm.......greek?.......A-Alpha?! her thoughts stuttered as she evaluated the scent

her muscles tensed at 'Alpha'

this one was really strong too

oh god

Taking a few deep breaths, she steeled herself and walked onwards to meet the Lycan Alpha....if she was on good terms with this one, it should be easier to get on with any other Lycan she comes across

she rounded the corner towards a flowerbed of moon flowers and sniffed th air

she loved the scent of flowers, and she could also scent out the Alpha...she couldn't sense his presence well, but his scent was something she'd never miss

Aleksandr had been sat staring at a bush of moon flowers since midday.

The moon was up and the flowers had bloomed beautifully.

His silver eyes flickered up to the woman as she approached before his gaze turned back to the flowers.

"Evening," he murmured softly.

Valora felt her shoulders tense up and a small shiver go through them

damn..even his words rang with power as well!

she swallowed and then bowed

good evening, sir. i don't believe we've met. my name is Valora Morgenstern of the Morgenstern Vampire Warrior family. it's a pleasure to make your aquaintence she uttered in a soft voice

she silently cursed how her old habit of becoming formal when nervous kicked in...it was something she did since she was little and couldn't stomp out the habit as hard as she tried to

and this Lycan made her nervous

she idly fiddled with her gloves, but otherwise stood tall and proud and kept eyecontact, despite wanting to suddenly curl up...damn her fears to hell

"Morgernstern?"

His lips quirked upwards slightly. It had been a while since he had heard that name.

"It's been easily two thousand years since I've last spoken to a Morgenstern."

Finally, he pulled his attention away from the flowers and stood, stretching his lean, muscular form clad in only a pair of loose jeans.

He bowed his head to the woman and offered a hand. "I am Aleksandr; it's a pleasure to meet you," he murmured in his soft, smooth voice, lips quirking upwards into a half-smile.