The sun was sinking in the sky to once more as it went to continue it's endless cycle of falling and rising time seemingly infinite for the burning star in the sky. The luminous moon would soon replace it beautiful as it was the fall and rise of such a glorious orb was almost captivating. But alas this all went unnoticed as a graceful wraith worked her way along the dening area a few scents perking her interest as they shared the scent of their family. It seemed quite a bit of their family was here but the question was; how many and who? Some Abel had bonds with while others Abelinda barely remember from her very early pup hood.

Blood stained her muzzle from the fresh kill of a rabbit. The poor pitiful hares of this land were no match for the war-queen's bite. Alas, they weren't much to chew on though, and so she moved on in search of something more substantial. As she went, nares twitched toward the scent of another - an Armada. Oh how miraculous it was that once Isardis was settled into his kingship his family suddenly appeared out of the woodwork. His family and hers. A gentle chuff seeped through slightly parted jaws, beckoning forth the Armada in hiding. Reunions were oh so sublime. Tail twitched upward, for though this was family - rank was something she wished to establish. Sendoa was second only to Isardis and Argent, and that would not be something she would soon forget. Nor would she allow anyone else to forget it, either. ?speak,?

The scent of blood and a chuff caught the dames attention padding her way outside of a den that she went to investigate. Those ghostly eyes proved to trail over the others form with her bloodied muzzle rabbits it would seem for a bit of fluff stuck here and there on it; the posture she held was evidently a more dominate one but the phantom hardly cared for rank right then. Perhaps proving to be on the more neutral side of things unlike most Abelinda wouldn't go around strutting about her own rank it wasn't worth it nor was it worth the energy to do so. Blinking that head titled slightly. ?I would assume you are a sibling of my brother?? A simple question as the dame decided to lower her butt to the ground and simply watch the other with a curios gaze.

'I would assume you are a sibling of my brother.' Sendoa would pivot to face the woman who questioned her, noting the similarities in their appearance. The woman was coated in steel as Sendoa was, but lacked the stature and girth to boast any real power. No, she was far more petite and easier on the eyes. Oh, Isardis must love her. With a twitch of her tail Sendoa would confirm. ?What you assume is correct, though somewhere in my lifetime I lost fondness for familial terms.? While Isardis was and always would be her brother - and this dame her sister - she would rarely, if ever, refer to them as such. She would call them, instead, their name or a nickname if close enough to them. This girl Sendoa did not remember, having lost touch with her father years upon years ago. Still, she knew she was of the Armada lineage, and so she would dip her head in respect. ?Sendoa Armada,? she would offer - as if that might somehow help the girl place where she fell into the family tree. ?Sentinel,? she added on for good measure. ?speech,?

The two seem to be similar as far as familiarity went this one proving to have a much larger form where it would bring her power yet Abelinda had her own power just in a far different way then the one before her. A brow rose as the other admitted to having lost a fondness by calling one another sister or brother a curios thing indeed but the phantom didn't worry over such things. Offering her name the wraith saw no reason to do the same yet she could only call very vague memories of the silvered and blue dame before her. ?Abelinda Armada.? Speaking lightly as the dame sat there a brow rise as the other spoke of her rank not that Abelinda cared much for strutting such about. ?Dame; and where do you lie in the rankings?? It was knowledge that escaped the wraith for Isar hadn't gone as far as informing her of them much less where they stood as far as power went.

'Abelinda Armada' the girl would announce herself. Ah, so this was little Abelinda, younger sister of herself and Isardis.. and the many others in their line. How marvelous. The Sentinel rocked onto her haunches, feeling as if she ought to know her sister at least a bit before war broke loose. She was a Dame. At least Isardis was through handing out high rankings for doing nothing. ?Sentinel is just below the King and his Duchess, apparently I'm in charge of the Overseers.? - and everyone else, but she kept that part to herself. An ear twitched idly as she tilted her head. ?You haven't been here long, have you?? It seemed the entire family was coming out of the woodwork all at once. Abelinda was not the first one to catch Sendoa's attention, but she had not bothered to seek out the others. Who knew how many there might be. Idly she wondered if Fermin might come, but they had been separated so long ago she hardly knew if he was even still alive - much less in the area. ?speech,?

The wraith indeed knew that she maybe a younger sibling of the two but the dame was worried little over the age aspect simply Abelinda was one to enjoy being around her family as she would strive to make Isar proud of her among those that were here and worthy of such things from her. Blinking as she proved to explain a few things to her, so Abelinda was some where under her sibling it was little surprise for she had joined a little late. Musing over these things it wasn't long before she was drawn out of them by Sendoa speaking again. ?No, I have not been here too long. A week or two at best; these lands are a good deal strange from the ones compared to home.? Such was indeed true enough being far more sue to a place she had grown up in. Rising to her feet Abelinda would move towards her sibling more curios as the serpent circled around her once before siting on the left side of her; not getting too close yet but she was willing to test those boundaries.

She hadn't been here that long, well.. that was good. That meant the Sentinel hadn't been lazy in her efforts to get to know Glaciem members - though everyone could tell that she had. Emerald eyes gazed at Abelinda as she neared, clearly not worried that there was any danger in getting so close to a very much unknown sister. ?You're a brave one, aren't you?? Came curious tones along with a smirk. ?I trust your sire was Garaile? You look so much like myself I can't imagine you being borne of anyone else.? Taking an interest wasn't something she was great at, but family history was important somewhere deep down - and it wouldn't hurt to know where this little Abel came from. Head turned to the side, to face the sister she barely knew. With a twitch of her tail she would wait, curious as to how this would turn out and how she and her sister might get along. ?speech,?

Chuckling a bit as the steel dame beside her called her brave, perhaps she was or fool hardy. It was hard to tell these days so much had changed and so had she in different ways proving to grow steadily into the women she was now. ?Perhaps, but I was more known as a little Daredevil.? A playful smirk fluttered across those lips of hers as the dame would turn her gaze on the sibling before her. Perhaps some time later she should go and find a bare to terrorize. Nodding a bit she was correct on her sire. ?Yes he was my sire and my dame Sable Eztebe.? Proving to look much more like her father then the wraith did her more earthy mother. That muzzle would dip forehead and gently place a lick upon Sendoa's muzzle slowly working on licking away the blood from the rabbits hardly minding doing this her self much less showing affection for her sibling.

?A little daredevil,? she would recite after Abelinda said it. ?That has a nice ring to it.? She smirked, letting out a light chuckle of approval. Leave it to an Armada to be a daredevil. ?He sired me as well, little daredevil. My dam was Ainhoa Senti.? Her mother was dead, and gods knew where her sire was. Alas, she didn't think about him much anymore. ?Garaile had strong genes, it seems. You are not the first I've seen that has been an image of myself.? She wouldn't say his name, mostly because it was probably forbidden to speak it now that he had been cast out of the family. Taurig, the Tortugan King.. he looked even more like Sendoa given his size. Little Abelinda was more like a pristine, porcelain doll. No wonder Isardis had taken her in so swiftly, not only was she family.. but she was precious - a plaything to be protected and hoarded among the others. Of course that didn't mean she wouldn't be useful, but Isardis could often overlook use when it was out-shined by beauty. Abel leaned in, closing the distance quickly. With much effort Sendoa would stiffen, unsure of this sudden show of affection. Her half-sister began to groom her, licking away the russet stains of metallic blood. A growl blossomed in her chest, vibrating up to her trachea harmoniously. However, she did not shun the affection, but instead let it take it's course, ears folding back over her head. ?speech,?

Smirking lightly it would seem the serpent would gain a new nickname this day by her steel colored sibling sharing the odd blue that coated her own form oddly however it would fit her rather perfectly funnily enough. A simple nod was given as she spoke about her own dame not readily knowing the women her self assuming that she maybe dead at best due to some kind of circumstance proving not to pry as Sendoa spoke allowing her to do so. ?He has sired many from my knowledge, a pity I haven't found many of my siblings.? Speaking lightly between those licks upon that bloodied muzzle a few more and the dame was finished with her cleaning despite the light growl her sibling had uttered. Abelinda went as far as leaning into her much larger sibling why not after all? If she didn't enjoy such things from her much smaller sibling the dame would say so readily enough though Abelinda was one to get close and personal..

'He has sired many from my knowledge.' Well, that made sense. She couldn't have believed that she and Fermin were the only ones, along with Isardis and his litter. Her father was much like her brother. ?I have heard this as well. I lost track of my littermate some time ago, Fermin was his name.? She missed him, as she had once missed Isardis - but she supposed one wolf couldn't have everything they wanted. Fermin in her life would be the answer to an unspoken prayer, and with him here the last piece of the puzzle would be in place - her life would be just as she desired it. But alas, that would be far too easy. Abelinda leaned into her and Sendoa returned the pressure, still unfamiliar with it all but not altogether disapproving. This was her half-sibling, after all, should she not show her the same courtesy that she showed Isardis? Perhaps not, as her love for Isardis was far different than it would ever be with Abelinda. ?speech,?

A frown touched those tender lips. ?A shame; I hope he is doing well.? Commenting softly knowing what it was like to lose a sibling. ?I wonder why we all didn't move together here; rather then alone or in pairs. It's a disturbing fact.? What had happened to their family much less why were they arriving on their own or in pairs? What had happened back home that was driving every one to do this? It made no sense to the serpent in the least. ?Tell me; what do you think of things here? How the pack is ran and the land it self.? The small women would question titling that head upwards to see her siblings expression much less listen to what she had to share with her. Perhaps it would help give her an insight on things here better then what Isar had offered upon her arrival.

?As do I,? she would note with a certain bit of concern. She did miss her brother Fermin, perhaps as much as she once missed Isardis. But she had found one half of her missing family, and she would not leave them to find the other half. Abelinda would pose an interesting question, to which she would give a cryptic answer. ?I suppose it didn't seem necessary, Armadas always find their way back together eventually.? Or so it seemed. The younger girl would then ask about what Sendoa thought about things in Glaciem. A chuckle would escape her, ?my opinion hardly matters, but I'd say Glaciem is alright.? She couldn't say that she disagreed with some of the choices her brother made - though she very much did. She also couldn't say that she wished some things would change in the near future. Expression would remain amused and interested, though she knew she ought to be getting back to.. well anything but sitting around doing nothing. ?I think I'd best be off, Abelinda. It was a pleasure getting acquainted.? With that she would separate herself from the girl and proceed further into the forest, tail flickering placidly behind her. ?speech,?

ooc; okay so this thread is wayyyyyy old IC wise so I'm gonna try to close this out fairly quickly because my muse for it is bleh. They can meet again if you like <3

A slight nod would be given as the serpent remained good and close to her sibling, even if she was a half-sibling she was still family. Odd as it was with it growing like this and swiftly at that yet she wondered just how long it'd remain stable with how many of their family there was within this pack much less in one place. ?It would seem so with how many of us there are here.? The wraith would note despite being scattered as they were they seemed to somehow to always come together almost as if they were pulled together by some unknown force. The cryptic answer was what drew her gaze to Sendoa it was something they would have to speak of perhaps at a later date seeing her sibling seemed to be for one reason or another to draw their meeting to a close. Perhaps she was uncomfortable being asked such a thing? ?Like wise; sister.? Drawing her self up the wraith would turn and head back towards the dens with plenty on her mind. Exit. Occ; Yesh they need to talk about stuffness xD.