Step One: Get Out Alive
11-01-2015, 05:42 PM
A male came. A male who ensured her none would hurt her son, or either of their sons. She’d give a small nod at this, an agreement from her end that she wasn’t about to do anything. The only way the autumn colored fae was going to attack was if her child was in danger, or Xeph, though she did not know him well. They were still a pack. Still a family. Arietta would not have them be shattered by this. She’d breathe in, flicking her ears back. She didn’t like the idea of Enigma being moved just yet... But she would see what the healer that was there thought on the matter. She was only just beginning her own healing duties. “I do not wish to spill more blood.” Arietta would say softly. “We are not monsters at all, though we were made out to be. I will merely defend my friends, my family, if I feel that they are threatened. Would no other wolf do the same?” She questioned, her words hard as she looked at Surreal. Then her gaze would turn to the blue male, after her son had spoken his piece. Her gaze would sharply turn to the man who spoke however, letting out a low snarl. “So we’re to be blamed because we wanted a home, and that the others were not strong enough to fight for theirs? It is the way of the wolf.” Arietta would snap. “Again, we are not monsters. Do not mistake us for them. We care for our family, or loved ones, same as anyone. We wanted to give them security on our own, and for that we needed land.” The femme would bristle more. She was sick of being treated like she was a bad guy. “...and furthermore it was a one on one challenge, not a pack challenge. Do not degrade the rest of us just to make yourself fell better.” She continued to spit out her words to Creed. She could give a damn if she was hurt badly. She would not be harassed. She would direct her attention towards Xephyris, giving a gentle nod. “You’re right...” The femme would whisper. “...and I have every intention of returning to my babies.” She would move back, sitting upon the Earth. She was tired, ragged, and pissed. Everything had been a fallout of one mistake... And yet all of them were taking the blame though they were not part of it. It was that injustice that Arietta could not bare. |