blah hate starters. but yeah throw me your lovelies cause art needs interactions n' stoofs c:

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? what had once been an unwavering and irrefutable belief had begun to wither into the oblivion of what once was. the confidence the phantom deity harbored towards those select few of her given surname has gradually dissipated over time, and only falters further with every instant they abandon her and prove of their degeneracy. her heart no longer yearns for their companionship nor of their approval -- perhaps the sole soft spot the elysius tyrant possesses has hardened, perhaps she is destined to wallow in the monotony of total indifference from this moment forth, lack of the concern that once fiercely flared within her chest cavity for her broken family. she had been a dutifully persistent monarch to the point of near-selflessness as she bled and annihilated for their sake; and yet, they have not offered her similar devotion -- they have epitomized negligent parasites as they latched onto and basked in the limelight only she has been entitled to. yes -- it has always been she who had been deserving of infamy, of glory! they have done nothing, and consequentially, shall henceforth have nothing. the paladin is in a state of sempiternal unrest, her aspirations no longer clear even to herself, for without her family, she has no purpose and nothing to strive for. her time as queen was fleeting, mundane, and her ambitions are no longer limited to such authority -- that prestige has always been empty along with the titles that had ever been bestowed upon her head. her fate is not for queenship, but of the diligent and ruthless mercenary, and such becomes more prominent as the carnal desire for gore and carnage swells within the decadent chasms of her poisoned mind. the adrenaline influx she had received when she had first slaughtered the deranged wraith that had dared trespass within her domain had been too intoxicating, too enthralling to ignore -- and the phantom frequently finds herself craving to generate further homicide upon the subservient dregs littering their cesspool-world. her pace is lackadaisical as she writhes through the mouth of a familiar enclave, the aroma of salt wafting thoroughly through flared velveteen nostrils as oversized paws breach the water?s surface, abstract gaze ravaging every inch of the cavern?s interior in search of any stray occupants. alas, she proceeds through the dank grotto unaccompanied, triangular ears swivelling frantically atop the skewed slopes of her crown as she remains attentive to her surroundings, alert of any potential pursuers as she maneuvers towards the rear of the cave, thoughts drifting in a brief commemoration of the sovari brute whose malicious presence she had grown accustomed to, only to be abandoned by him { so very similarly as her family had }. perhaps, however, if she lingered within the premises of their meeting grounds, he would yet again manifest unexpectedly as he once had -- though the tyrant queen had her doubts. table by lu.

She had wandered too far from home. Curiosity tended to get the best of Phim, there was no doubt about that, and for once she wanted to give in without her parents' watchful eyes on her. She had waited until they were all asleep, her brother included, and crept quietly out of the den. They were probably worried about her. It had been nearly a full day that she'd been gone. At first, she had felt nothing but excitement at her freedom, running through and past the pack lands on to places unknown to her. She'd passed some marvelous things and wondered why she hadn't left sooner. But Phim was a child and it wasn't long before she knew that what she'd done was wrong. Fear slowly crept in, starting at the tip of her nose before making its way through her limbs and tail. She was just a pup, and a clumsy one at that. She couldn't defend herself out here against whatever might come after her. Phim whined softly as she crept along, wishing her father was with her. He would come to find her wouldn't he? He would never let her stay alone too long. After what seemed like an eternity of jumping from shadows, there was a cave. Phim paused in front of it, glancing between the entrance and the beachy wilderness around her frantically. Would it be safer to go inside than to stay out? At least inside, predators could only come from one direction. The walls would offer her some much need protection, right? Tentatively she placed her big paws in the shallow pool that coated the floor and made her way inside, careful not to let herself slide down the path. When she found another wolf, she stopped suddenly and almost fell on her face. It took a moment for her to recognize the female and her tail wagged slowly when she did. "I remember you. You were at the Festival." ""

it is the faint click click of nails scraping against rugged rock that abruptly ensnares the pallid tyrant?s attention, neck craning to her right as she regards her pursuer through the peripherals of her vision. the miniscule silhouette of a child manifests from the entrance of the cavern, mildly intriguing the phantom as a singular brow quirks inquisitively upon her scarred forehead, robust body pivoting in the direction of the vulnerable tyke to grant herself a better view of the frail creature. her decadent countenance retains its infamously apathetic guise even as recognition strikes, abstract gaze fervently scrutinizing every curvature of lithe muscle lathering the whelp?s { her neice?s } lanky physique, judgment ridden within the disdainful gleam of her eyes. there was no denying that the child was her most-loathed adversary?s -- the girl lacked even the slightest hint of vehement intent nor did she appear to possess a fraction of battle prowess; but was the girl as incompetent as her mother? surely the elysius? immaculate genetics had not been entirely tainted and overpowered by devya?s weakness. the saccharine statement withdrawn from innocent jaws forces the ghost of a smirk to tug at her own frayed lips, skull tipping forward slightly in confirmation of the child?s speech as sinewy appendages propel her sluggishly towards the girl. { the remnants of her family, however nameless she is. } ?you are ares?, are you not?? she inquires, avid pupils minutely flicking towards the cavern?s mouth as if expecting her brother?s presence at any given moment -- or devya?s. surely they would be appalled to learn of their daughter?s association with she. table by lu.