After months of searching, the scent of a pack forming over time of which caught her attention. It was her. Her sister, or for that matter, half-sister. Noctavia. The Alphess of this so-called pack named Eternal Darkness, the irony in the name and name revealed she was the leader without asking. For a while she refused to believe her sister would want to start a wereling pack at New York's center, but in someways, she could strangely comprehend and reason with the idea. Vitani couldn't help herself with waiting any more longer, she had to find her, and if joining the pack was the only way, so be it. Though, it wasn't healthy for werelings to live along, it was a life or death sort-deal, some which can not handle alone. Wolves were bred to live in groups, and if alone, they'd become rabid, dangerous beyond measures from what she claimed to be true. Never before would she expect a group of immortals to thrive in a hotel, looks like she had seen everything, maybe that was the reason behind it all. To be at the center of attention, like loosing her keys and finding that they were in front of her face all along. She smirked, admitting her sister was wise, but reckless with her work.
Her hand stroked along the graffitied wall, feeling over the colors that collided with each other perfectly with balance, the mashed letters bulging at the rounded ends and the colors splashed randomly to make it pop before their very eyes. She wore nothing more but an infinity grey scarf, a thin white and dark grey sweater and a pair of ripped jean shorts, along with a pair of red bowed heels of course. Vitani left her hair alone, naturally leaving her bouncy waves to swing side to side as she stepped inside the alleys, Eternal Darkness's intoxicating and overpowering aroma filling her lungs. Looking right and left she decided to stop there before moving any further, taking out her iPhone to play a game as she waited. It was a distraction from the nerves she felt inside. What would she think when she saw her? Mad? Worried? Frustrated? Sympathetic? Caring? All these things she question could never be answered, that is, until her wolf, Azlynn had had enough and growled to awaken from her slumber. You'll be alright you whelp... she's capable of killing anyone when she wants.. so play it like you would talking to anyone else.. You're all that's left for her family... Just shut up already... Vitani sighed, swallowing hard as she nodded along. "Okay.."
Her hand stroked along the graffitied wall, feeling over the colors that collided with each other perfectly with balance, the mashed letters bulging at the rounded ends and the colors splashed randomly to make it pop before their very eyes. She wore nothing more but an infinity grey scarf, a thin white and dark grey sweater and a pair of ripped jean shorts, along with a pair of red bowed heels of course. Vitani left her hair alone, naturally leaving her bouncy waves to swing side to side as she stepped inside the alleys, Eternal Darkness's intoxicating and overpowering aroma filling her lungs. Looking right and left she decided to stop there before moving any further, taking out her iPhone to play a game as she waited. It was a distraction from the nerves she felt inside. What would she think when she saw her? Mad? Worried? Frustrated? Sympathetic? Caring? All these things she question could never be answered, that is, until her wolf, Azlynn had had enough and growled to awaken from her slumber. You'll be alright you whelp... she's capable of killing anyone when she wants.. so play it like you would talking to anyone else.. You're all that's left for her family... Just shut up already... Vitani sighed, swallowing hard as she nodded along. "Okay.."