A new beginning
02-18-2014, 11:46 AM
Her father had let them down. He had let his bitch take over the pack, leaving her and sisters out in the cold. Betrayal had hardened her heart, rage boiled her blood. Lips remained curled back in a near constant snarl. Gone was the quiet girl, in her place stood a monster that wanted her share, her payment. She was of royal blood, it burned in her veins, it lusted for power. And her father had failed.
She had heard the whispers. Whispers of a new pack. Valhalla was gone. And in its place a new pack had risen. She had set out in search, wanting to know more about this mysterious pack that had destroyed Valhalla. It was a long and dreadful search, but soon the russet girl was rewarded. The unmistakable scent of a border invaded her nostrils.
She would stop at the edge, blue and silver eyes searching the forest. Her crown would tilt back, a call being dragged forth for the Alpha. Perhaps this could be her new home? Only if they fit her standards. She would no longer allow herself to come second best. She wanted power, and power she would have. Tail curled around her hocks as she stood waiting. Her crown remained lifted high, she would now bow to the unknown.
02-18-2014, 06:18 PM
She was not kept waiting long before a phantom slide into her view from the shadows of the forest. Ever so slightly her crown would lower, recognizing this woman as someone of authority, but she would not submit entirely, just yet at least. Cyan gems would turn towards the pale babe, audits sliding forward, words breaching, invading her skull. A slow grin would twist her features as she spoke. It was true. Her age left her constantly underestimated. "Ah but it so much more satisfying when they are bested.
The phantom would introduce herself as Tyrant of Elysium. Nostrils quivered, so far the territory smelled only of her. The pack was new, small numbers came as no surprise, but no followers was a surprise. "Sevan Adravendi, daughter of Syrnix." Her family name was well known throughout Alacritis, surely the Tyrant would recognize it. "I have heard the rumors of you besting my Aunt." A sickening grin would once again twist her features.
Her family had soured her, turning her against them. They had betrayed her, left her with nothing and for nothing. "My family has fallen, betrayed me and my sisters, my father leaving his throne for one of his whores to take. I seek new allegiances, and it seems as though you are in need of some." Confidence allowed her to speak freely, boldly. Surely a new queen would not turn away help, numbers, strength. Her father, though sometimes lacking, had taught her and her sisters much. They had been trained as warriors, and herself, in the field of medicine. Her skills, though limited still, were immensely helpful to a young pack. But she would say nothing else until the porcelain babe would speak, voice her desires.