Shadow Mountain Come on, lets go break their arms.

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he lingers in cloaked silence but the press of his look is not unnoticed as the dove slides scintillating stares from the plethora of colour stretching out before her to roam back to his sublime bulk. it is his eyes that she snags upon as he steals forth into the sun's embrace, so at odds with what else he presented. he could be carved from the very mountains themselves, a burly gargoyle of stony adornment and yet...the lustre of such curious eyes is enrapturing. not quite the verdant green of so many others, there was a cool sharpness to the gleam of his...an airy wildness that went beyond the lush pastoral hue. it reminded her quite suddenly of the night kissed man who'd told her about fireflies and wanderlust, he too had hailed from more distant mountains. of course, this brute hailed from the valley at least as of now, as his stench so waggishly informed. 

a slender brow is arched as she straightens to shift her figure away from the edge and wholly face him, chin tipped high despite the ease in which he dwarfed her. honestly, these ursus characters intrigued her to a vexing point. from the ones that had taken it upon themselves to toy with easthollow for whatever reason to the outlandish residents like the beautiful wraith she'd found haunting the meadow. she wanted to know more, were they similar to the ruffians running the nightwalkers or something new entirely? and at that, were they potentially more formidable than the violent knuckleheads claiming the tenebrous woods? 

an ear flicked as she cocked her head to the side in a small bird like movement, tail swaying at her haunches; heart continuing a rapid progression within the clutch of a bird boned chest. at first she'd thought it to be fear induced, a much more sensible reaction and yet....as she pressed pale toes against the tough ground she felt buzzed by the touch of something more along the lines of excitement. it must be a side affect of the air up here, its intoxicating taste enough to whisper tales of invincibility to anyone; perhaps that is what drew those to settle so close to the sky. "it's a little rude to stare without so much as a greeting" she finally hums, much too touched by riveting energy to entertain the silence of a stare down.