Come Take Me Higher
12-19-2015, 08:33 AM
She was growing used to the way her body was changing to accommodate the new lives within her, but even so she found occasional frustration in the sick feeling she woke up to every morning, the way her balance felt... off, the constant hunger. The pups were decreed and conceived from the All-father and that made them special - but that did not make the pregnancy less... annoying.
And she missed Raisa.
She quelled the rise of uncharacteristic emotions and the queasiness with equal, cold determination as she swept down from her northern lands to stalk the battlefield. She would drown sentimentality in battle and assuage the hunger with blood - a fitting baptism for the children in her womb. The pregnancy was obvious in her scent, but only the slightest rounding of her abdomen announced it to the eyes. She would not appear as easy prey...
But an anomaly distracted her from her quest for battle and she paused a short distance away from a pair. She recognized the one - the alpha of the pack Fiori. The other she did not recognize, but it had been he who had called out so mournfully as to attract her attention. It was unusual within the battlefield, a weakness displayed so vividly, and it attracted the predator attention of the viking as she circled nearer. "Adravendi," she greeted the other alpha in a murmur, faint distaste upon her tongue. She had little of late to endear her to the family, and though professional courtesy dictated she be... polite to another alpha, she was disinterested in him in general. it was the other ginger-furred male that kept her attention. "You appear... lost," she spoke directly to the stranger, her cool voice devoid of pleasantries - and it was clear she was not talking about losing his way physically. Anticipation put a moon-glow gleam in her silver eyes, half-lidded as she watched him.
And she missed Raisa.
She quelled the rise of uncharacteristic emotions and the queasiness with equal, cold determination as she swept down from her northern lands to stalk the battlefield. She would drown sentimentality in battle and assuage the hunger with blood - a fitting baptism for the children in her womb. The pregnancy was obvious in her scent, but only the slightest rounding of her abdomen announced it to the eyes. She would not appear as easy prey...
But an anomaly distracted her from her quest for battle and she paused a short distance away from a pair. She recognized the one - the alpha of the pack Fiori. The other she did not recognize, but it had been he who had called out so mournfully as to attract her attention. It was unusual within the battlefield, a weakness displayed so vividly, and it attracted the predator attention of the viking as she circled nearer. "Adravendi," she greeted the other alpha in a murmur, faint distaste upon her tongue. She had little of late to endear her to the family, and though professional courtesy dictated she be... polite to another alpha, she was disinterested in him in general. it was the other ginger-furred male that kept her attention. "You appear... lost," she spoke directly to the stranger, her cool voice devoid of pleasantries - and it was clear she was not talking about losing his way physically. Anticipation put a moon-glow gleam in her silver eyes, half-lidded as she watched him.
