Sisters of the Night

Crescendo, don't even think about it....


Morgana had always had a thirst for adventure. That's what got her wound up on the tunnels. She could tell the tunnles stretched far and wide, perfect for exploring. She had been walking around in them when she picked up the scent of a fae. She traced the scent to find a fae, almost exactly like her, lying at an entrance to the tunnels. She was coal black, like her, with scarred X 's underneath her eyes. Her frame is elegant, and medium in size. Morgan had not met many wolves, besides Crescendo. She wasn't big on socializing, she didn't trust wolves she didn't know. But something about this far seemed curious. Morgana approached the fae with caution, careful not to seem as an attacker. But she held her ground, in case this fae was not to be bothered. Morgana smelt the air. This fae smelt very faintly of Crescendo. I am Morgana, you are? Morgana asked the midnight black fae.[/b]