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Magnolia.
The woman had professed a wish to remain in the pack after he'd taken it over, but even before then she'd never made an attempt to climb out of the rank of a haggard, and not because she was physically infirm and unable to perform the duties of any particular field, but simply because she had not tried to. He hadn't even spoken to her since the meeting that he'd held up in the north. She'd never, as far as he knew, made an effort to seek out any of her packmates to either socialize or assist them in their work, making her, as far as he was concerned, a rather useless drain on the pack's resources and space.
He'd made his way today to the range, which between Associate Tornach's little zoo and the Imperialis family's tendency to hang out there was one of the busier places in the pack lands. There, he lifted his muzzle and called out a demanding summons for the absent Magnolia, one that she ignored to her peril. Chaos was fresh out of patience.
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write
Magnolia knew she wasn't pulling her weight, she was hardly doing anything in fact. She wasn't sure why or how... simply that somewhere along the way her desire to meet others, to do anything had dried up. She was walking on thin ice and she knew it. So it was no surprise when she heard Chaos' call. It was time.
Magnolia suspected many things, many possible outcomes from this meeting. She'd accept whatever recourse the man saw fit; she knew she had no place for protest here. Maybe some part of her even thought she deserved it. She had spent much of her waking time feeling pretty worthless lately. She had mentally berated herself for her inability to do anything many times lately. But still her energy never returned and so she stayed sedentary.
Magnolia approached Chaos, her head lowering and ears twitching nervously. She couldn't quite meet his gaze, her shame making her unable to face him head-on as she might once have done. She stopped before him, lowering her head more in deference.
"You called?" A weak attempt at humor, the barest glimpse of her old self peeking through.
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write
Okay so she'd fucked up, and in truth, she didn't really know what solutions there even might be. Magnolia listened shamefully as he spoke, not bothering to try and refute anything he said, the only change in her demeanor being to hunch her shoulder's slightly.
Chaos posed a question and Magnolia didn't speak for a moment, trying to give him an adequate response. She had none.
"I don't know..." She responded lamely. In truth she figured the best option was to remove her, she was a drain on his resources. She was useless, unable to simply force herself into action. "I know this is just my word, which isn't worth much, but I want to get better." In truth it was a cry for help, she needed help but she didn't know it. Magnolia waited, ready to accept whatever Chaos thought of her response. She expected it probably wasn't going to be enough.
Unless otherwise mentioned as absent, assume that both Great Horned owl companions are nearby
Chaos speaks in a strong lisp, which I am usually too lazy to write