There was a deep ping of longing within this dame's heart - a sliver of want and desire that burned through her soul and ravaged her being with hopeless wonder. She sighed wistfully in the cold air and watched the plume of frost-white feather before her greyed eyes ; worn and tired, lax and carefree in her simplistic illusion. There was a hazy circumference about her poise, wild and edged in frost, somehow cold and aloof among the mortal spectra. Passing individuals gave her a wide berth and a curious once-over from candied tresses, black nails, and willowy legs encased in ebony tights despite the chilled air. Her gaze lazily filtered over the citizens of the back-washed, dilapidated city, filth permeating the air in strong scents and muddled with a muggy after taste of wet canine. She wrinkled her nose against the stench, tossing her eyes over one shoulder, watching the passing of shadows in the alley way - dogs - running, running all around.
She had noted them for some time, large beasts of ancient blood lines that cantered around in illusion like her, catering to human visage over their lupine souls. The creature known as Blackclaw had hidden in shadow long enough to differ them, only slightly, to gain a foundation of knowledge. One worked for the humans, to get a scrape of living, the pair of timbers were common thieves among the market and the two females were vastly different among their femininity ; one naive, the other cunning like any true coyote. Esper circled her wrist carefully, flexing bone and muscle, black nails flashing like shards of obsidian. The one thing she could dispel in her mortal facade, black claws and eyes that she believed to be the very window to her bestial soul. Her lashes fluttered, coming over her hazel pools with a shaft of light crossing her face.
"Ma'm. Is everything all right?" A deep voice inquired, tipping a head in her direction, bourne from chivalry habits and upbringing. The elder gentleman tossed his grey eyes over her fragile figure in a long, earth-brown tunic, her bright tresses against her brow and the leather cord corded thrice around her pale neck. Esper did not answer right away, rather her expression lapsed in gentle curiosity and she rolled her thin shoulders, flashing a smile that bordered feral.
"Just fine, sir."
Something in her quirking lips made his physique tense, a shift of muscle she noticed immediately, her wolfish counterpart growling coolly in reprimand and natural instincts spurring in her Alpha overdrive. The elder nodded his head slowly, witnessing the depths of hopeless desire in her eyes, the way her self shifted into something not of this world. Esper did not know that this man knew of old stories, the wolves of the age that could transform, casting illusions akin to foxes, walking among them in order to survive. He was a senior of Steel City and he had seen truths deep and far into the underground - he was not ignorant Esper's eyes locked with his own, and for a moment, she felt the wisdom pool in her system and her figure lessened, wiring down into acceptance.
"Thank you." The agreement went unspoken, he would remained silent, and she would move on ; away from the main strip. Esper canted her head in appreciation and slipped into shadow, shedding skin, allowing her wolf to spur free and dart down the alley way : seems that there were some notable humans after all.
The small dame of warm tones cantered along the back streets, claws clacking, nose lifted and tail curled. There was a frosted scent on the air, something new and tinged in human, something she had not noticed in some time. There was a wolfish flair to it, ringed in a lapse of fear and exhaustion that she found familiar. Her large ears flitted in regular intervals, catching the whispering note of bird song. Esper cast her eyes heavenward, trying to differ the source, hearing the soft tune carry on the wind and calm her senses. Youthful quirks found way into her paws, making her steps light and curious, crossing along the street until she spotted a human farther down, all casual in his wear.
The Blackclaw woman's wolfish eyes flashed, gaining a spectral light as she studied the figure carefully, there was a copper scent that stung her senses and pores, made saliva pool in her maw at the memory resurfacing to her front : going back to feral days where she was a beast among the dying world. Esper shook her slender cranium, something about the human was off kilter, flawed, fake, an illusion similar to her own that she could cast. The red wolf slowly permitted her mortal facade to come to surface, her counterpart unwillingly submitting to the safer approach. Somewhere over head, she heard the bird song once more and called out :
"Excuse me, my friend." Her voice hinted in wonder. "You seem new here... Are you, all right?" Esper paused, hoping her voice would carry and that he would take notice, for he was not fully mortal, there was a wild edge to his visage that she could relate to and the scent was familiar, haunting, and went off into hope that this person, this male, could be an answer to her hopeless qualms.