Magnificent was the power that rushed threw her body. She walked standing tall with the high still infecting her mind. She knew she needed to clean her fresh wounds. Her shoulder was soar and the bite wounds on her neck were still weeping but her body didn?t act as if it were harmed. No, she walked with her head held high and her tail upright to display her dominance to no one in particular. She was feeling very proud of what she had achieved. She had beaten an adult female wolf. Beaten her and ran her off of Amenti soil. Her tail wagged behind her as she smiled silently to herself.

She wandered towards the cavern. Her amethyst eyes glowing as the light faded from the outside and darkness consumed her sandy coat. Her paws were quite against the rough stone. She had been mastering the ways of being silent as she approached others. She wanted to be silently and deadly some day. A silent killer that her father could send to dispose of any and all threats thrown their way. She wanted to be his tool to use and to be a force so fierce that even her sister Vyv would one-day fear. The thought was amusing but her facial features remained neutral. She was a very serious girl and although she held so much personality within her head she remained ever silent on the outside.

She found her way towards a small pool inside the cavern. The sound of dripping water made her ears twitch. She pulled her face towards the surface and noticed the wound on her shoulder. It was ugly but nothing that couldn?t heal on its own. She looked defiant against her own reflection. Her face looked so arrogant, so sure of itself, when in fact she was unsure if she meant anything to him. Why was Vyv so much more important to him then she was? Not that she disliked her sister, she admired her possessive nature and desire to fight constantly, however she felt it was a disadvantage towards a potential Heir. How could she accept those that desired to belong when she only wanted those that belonged to remain and no one else?

She let her mind fade away as she pushed her front end of her body towards the water. Her high was wearing off and her body felt stiff. Pain pulsed threw her back from her wound but she ignored it and made no sound. She allowed the water to push over the open wound. She closed her eyes and released the tension riding her body. Yet, all the while, she maintained her alertness. Her ears were spilt in order to hear sounds coming from ahead of her and behind her.

She was strength and power, dominance that wished to constantly assert itself. She was greed incarnate, a possessive monster who demanded ownership of all she desired. And yet, there was a rarer, softer side to Vyvienne. Long limbs carried her towards a familiar smell, acidic gaze flickering between bloodlust and an emotion akin to concern. Her eyes fell upon the girl as she was bathing, tail flickering between her legs. Everything about the dark chocolate girl screamed dominance and power, and yet she was not here to take advantage of her sister, not here to take the opportunity to assert her rightful place. She sought to approach her shorter, younger sister, hoping to press her side against the other?s side and seeking to bring her tongue upon the girl?s scruff in a display of affection. ?Mine,? she growled low and deep. ?Where do you bleed? I?ll help,? she demanded, leaving no room for questioning. Vyvienne was not the sort to give options; Syren would let her address her wounds, and if there was protest, Vyvienne would deliver punishment.

The first to reach her was Vyvienne. Her ears fell backwards for a moment, guilt at the thoughts that had crossed her mind, yet what it displayed was merely caution. Her tail flicked as she felt her sister press against her. Displaying her affection and she was grateful for it. She relaxed a little. Her muscles easing with the tender display her sister was showing. She withdrew her leg from the water and sat down. Her right shoulder was aching and a few bite wounds were weeping. Her tail curled around her legs and she laughed. ?Don?t be ridiculous of course I am yours.? And you are mine. ?You do not have to remind me.? she said teasingly, it was rare that she displayed her cheerful side, the side where she was softer rather then so straight forward.

?I was defending the pack from an intruder. She attacked my shoulder but my wounds are nothing compared to hers.? She said with pride. Her eyes seemed to spark with the high she had felt, for a brief moment, and then faded as she looked at her sibling. ?I would never deny you the right to address my wounds. You should know my loyalties lie within our family.? She said with a very serious tone. ?She was a wolf from Tortuga that had wandered boldly into our lands to collect our medicine. I fought her and chased her off bleeding and defeated.? She said at last. Her heart was sinking with the fact that her father had come. Where was Seven? Menix? Where was her other sisters? Did only Vuvienne smell the blood? Was she the only one to care? ?Thank you.? She said softly. This didn?t change the way she felt about things but she appreciated that her sister desired to fix her. To repair what she deemed belonged to her.

And oh with the ease of a blossoming daisy and no less, petals folded and pleated to a callous black and stained in the center by the blood of her purity; Cynder would meander her delicate form onto the scene without any suggestions of hesitation. Mindless in her mannerisms and choices to hover the wake of Vyvienne, the minute banshee was dwarfed by the forms of her two far larger siblings. And yet, wasn?t she all the more beautiful? She would waltz towards the oozing form of Syren, feminine nose all scrunched at the lack of bloody appeal, ?You look a mess, Syren; you will be covered in god-awful, ugly scars.? She came to a realisation then, quarters folding beneath her to drop her frame earth-ward, sitting, girlish features cocked, ?Luckily beauty wasn?t your strongest trait, for it all ought to be ruined now.?

She had smelled the blood. The blood of her recently returned sister. It had drawn her from her nest, led her down endless corridors, following the stench. Had someone harmed one of her sisters? There was still a subtle limp to her step, it slowed her pace some but her toes were healing, along with her other wounds.

The mumbled sound of voices bece clearer, words became clearer and cinder had arrived. She bit back a sigh, catching her sister arrogant statement. Entering the scene, blue and silver eyes landed on her wounded sister, audits sliding forward, brow furrowing slightly. "Are you well?" She was late but it had taken time for the blood to reach her. Concern echoed gently in her words, she hasn't gotten a chance to meet Syren, she had disappeared at a youn age, making her a stranger but still blood.

She was late.

The frigid, expanse was a silent beauty, immaculate with a fresh quilt of snow surrounding the whole terrain. A single brow would raise softly as Meinx would walk closer to the scene, picking up the mimicking voices of the siblings. It didnt take long for the dark pearl to inhale the stench of her blood, to only exhale the carbon dioxide of the information. By the day Meinx was slowly loosing desire to become the heir of the amenti throne, afterall it doesnt make us wear the invisible crown. It only increases our chances. And of course the babe had other plans, ones which are fore pressing onto her fragile mind. " Syren..." The sultry words would hang from the tip of her tounge, unaware of her sisters state until nearing closer.

" Are you alright? Im sure you gave them quite the fright." Meinx was not one for compliments, but Syren did hold a soft spot stored within her impulsive heart. The blue gaze would contour over towards Cynder and register in her comment. But still- the onyx lips remain sealed, it was a sight to even set eyes upon her smaller sister. But her thoughts wouldnt last long as her attention would pry upon Syren once more " Do you need anything?" She would offer to mend the fresh wounds, but it seems as though vyv had it all covered.

OOC: At school-this will be short. "--Counting your chickens before they hatch, Cynder. I believe there's still time for you to end up the opposite of what you say is right. How pretty would you be kissed with my f-rather; lack thereof face?" the serpent hissed as his body drew forward and towards Syren. Eyes look sharpl;y at Vyvienne and he waves his muzzle at her--urging her to momentarily step away and he subconviously wards his body around his wounded daughter. "You're still alive. And thus the victor I presume?" But, there was an ease to her--she had not killed, had not yet tasted that kind of glory. He was happy for this in the most extreme of ways. A smile pressed over his dark lips and he ran his muzzle over her shoulder before turning and moving away. Vyvienne could have her as she so pleased. The titan Arkhos was mere feet away but now he laid on the ground with his head erect and his eyes changing from daughter to daughter, "Look how you all band together. This is your strongest--and if you forget it you will be struck down," the low danger to his voice had arrived to emphasize his point. Syrinx himself was strong, but he knew very well that when he was fighting alongside Chrysanthe, Epiphron, or Eos it was as though the god of war was contributing to his already efficient ways. It was as if he forgot what mercy was and losing was not something he was capable of. A smirk curled over his dark lips and he watched them each vocal yet again, and most fruitfully, when he were with them, "You've all begun training quite efficiently. Winning battles-which has become very important. But, I will not give you advances in this world because you are of my loins. I will be testing your loyalty and your dedication. To me. To Amenti. to eachother. The one (or ones) that excel will be recieving a greater stance in this hierarchy. For the rest of you--time will tell of my hopes of you,"

Her sister?s assertion makes her snort. Syren may not think so, but Vyvienne thinks it is obvious that her possessions have yet to learn to whom they truly belong. It is her own fault, of course, but she will have to teach them some other time. For now she is preoccupied, listening to her sister retell the story. ?Good,? she remarks absently, her head turning and tongue seeking to rasp out against her sister?s shoulder. Ears prick as she listens to Cynder, snorting. ?Some of us have to work so that you can sit on your ass looking pretty, Cynder,? she remarks briskly. Sevan arrives next, and Vyvienne?s acidic gaze locks upon her. ?She is a warrior, she will be fine,? the eldest remarks, attention drawn to Meinx next. ?She needs us,? she answers once more. Vyvienne has been meaning to gather her siblings all together, and now they are here, and now she can bond with them. Her father arrives next, and the eldest gives him room to speak to Syren as he will. He moves away and lays down, and Vyvienne listens to him speak, although she moves. As she does her tail flicks, a demands that her sisters follow her. She attempts to lay down beside her father, seeking to cuddle. For a girl so vicious as Vyvienne it seems strange, but she is in one of her softer moments. As he describes his heir she snorts, in her mind knowing full well it will be no other than herself. ?When we come of age, there will be nobody who can defeat us father,? she tells him. It is fact; they are vicious, strong, and there is no army with might stronger than theirs.