You Wear A Crown But You're No King
09-12-2015, 03:35 PM
Threar, for those that had even heard of the pack, was a peaceful place to live. At least it had always been intended that this would be the case, a pleasant little haven that didn't seek to cause harm to others or bring it upon themselves and for the most part the quiet pack had achieved their goal rather well. There had been that scare when Jupiter had returned to the lands with a vendetta against the Destruction family though it appeared that the reign had managed to pass by without really affecting Threar. There had been the recent raid, though truthfully it seemed that was more about food than any real disagreement between the two packs, that being said it had of course left them a little more wary of Yfir now. They were not the threat presently however, it appeared that Threar's worst problem yet was now upon them; a pack challenge.
Novella had never really known too much about the Armada family, many of them completely unheard of though she'd caught the stories of problems that Isardis had caused. With a relatively friendly relationship with some of the Adravendi wolves, Novella felt rather more inclined to side with them than the Armada family for good reason too it appeared not that she knew they were the current problem for her pack.
She felt a little unwilling to leave the newest of her brood though many of the pack had proven themselves decent babysitters in the past and she relied upon that now. Aslan had attempted to follow though she had forced her son to stay behind. For starters she sought to protect her children from any violence but more importantly if worst came to worst she needed someone there to get the pack out of the lands quickly.
With what felt like the weight of the world on her shoulders, Novella left her family behind and began what felt like the longest journey to the battlefield. The place wasn't one that she frequently visited of course though the trek on this particular occasion was one that she both hoped would never end and yet wished the event to be over swiftly.
A crowd had already begun to gather, mismatched eyes stole a glance at the staring faces around her. So many were strangers it seemed so odd that they would suddenly turn their attention to Threar now, perhaps rather sadistically only interested in the fight itself than the fate of the pack. One face brought her both comfort and worry, her nephew was a familiar face in the crowds and yet should she lose, he would be there to witness her failure. She would try to stay positive though it was definitely tricky to do but instead of concentrate upon Bass she would seek out now the wolf that had voiced the challenge.
He stood out, a pure white coat save for the blood stained marks that littered it. Perhaps it was this strange look or maybe it was the reason she now faced him but it was a little tricky to not be intimidated by his presence. The nerves she would push aside though a task made easier by the adrenaline already starting to kick in. She straightened herself, standing proud despite the reason for being here. She was no King but she was a Queen though never would she assign such regal titles herself. "Are you sure you wish to do this?" The words were strangely confident despite her own turmoil of bottled up emotions. Apparently leadership had filled her with more confidence that she even had been aware of herself, she knew she'd grown but this much?
ooc: I will need to have a little flexibility on this if that's ok, life can be pretty unpredictable at the moment but this will take posting priority, I don't want it dragging out.
Novella had never really known too much about the Armada family, many of them completely unheard of though she'd caught the stories of problems that Isardis had caused. With a relatively friendly relationship with some of the Adravendi wolves, Novella felt rather more inclined to side with them than the Armada family for good reason too it appeared not that she knew they were the current problem for her pack.
She felt a little unwilling to leave the newest of her brood though many of the pack had proven themselves decent babysitters in the past and she relied upon that now. Aslan had attempted to follow though she had forced her son to stay behind. For starters she sought to protect her children from any violence but more importantly if worst came to worst she needed someone there to get the pack out of the lands quickly.
With what felt like the weight of the world on her shoulders, Novella left her family behind and began what felt like the longest journey to the battlefield. The place wasn't one that she frequently visited of course though the trek on this particular occasion was one that she both hoped would never end and yet wished the event to be over swiftly.
A crowd had already begun to gather, mismatched eyes stole a glance at the staring faces around her. So many were strangers it seemed so odd that they would suddenly turn their attention to Threar now, perhaps rather sadistically only interested in the fight itself than the fate of the pack. One face brought her both comfort and worry, her nephew was a familiar face in the crowds and yet should she lose, he would be there to witness her failure. She would try to stay positive though it was definitely tricky to do but instead of concentrate upon Bass she would seek out now the wolf that had voiced the challenge.
He stood out, a pure white coat save for the blood stained marks that littered it. Perhaps it was this strange look or maybe it was the reason she now faced him but it was a little tricky to not be intimidated by his presence. The nerves she would push aside though a task made easier by the adrenaline already starting to kick in. She straightened herself, standing proud despite the reason for being here. She was no King but she was a Queen though never would she assign such regal titles herself. "Are you sure you wish to do this?" The words were strangely confident despite her own turmoil of bottled up emotions. Apparently leadership had filled her with more confidence that she even had been aware of herself, she knew she'd grown but this much?
