You Better Be Good To Me

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Erani was so quiet, such a sweet softspoken individual. Her splurge of passion definitely surprised the yearling. She had already resigned herself to whatever fate that Collision had assigned her, forced to trust him because what other choice did she have? Of course he wouldn't send her somewhere that she would be unsafe, but he hadn't even for a moment considered her feelings or happiness and she was always considering his and Valhalla's and although she wouldn't argue, wouldn't relent, she couldn't help but feel her lips quiver as she thought of how unfair it all was. Yet it didn't matter,Collision was King and she was practically a member of Seracia now - there was nothing that she could say or do to change the Lord's ruling - he had probably already spoken to the Seracian King about making her one of Maverick's many wives.


Because surely, he did not tie her to a Kingdom to who's traditions he was oblivious to - that would be rather silly.


Her gaze softened at Erani's questioning, and they were questions that Chrysanthe couldn't help but wonder about as well. Glaciem held a bit of family to her, didn't it? She wasn't sure who or what, but they were a sister pack to Valhalla. She wondered when it was threatened as well, and she glanced at her Eldest brother as the healer asked for information that the alpha really should have given along with his words. His second hit home - she herself wasn't asking for much, only that she be spoken to. That she be considered, that she be thought of... why had he no time for her? Love was what made a successful alpha pair, that was what she had seen in her time on this earth... although now that Epiphron was alpha she wasns't sure. Infact, she was a bit confused, because as happy as she was that her sister was queen, she had to wonder why she was queen and Syrinx wasn't made secondary alpha. He was the heir after all... but once again she held her tongue. Judging by the anger flashing in her elder brother's face, these meetings were called to talk at the members, not to them. Questions were to be held privately - even though Collision himself was often too busy to answer questions.


Chrysanthe gathered herself up and stood beside the female, hoping that her mother wouldn't get in too much trouble for asking questions that honestly should have been on more than just her mind. She nearly hissed at the woman that spoke up and hadn't been part of the pack long enough to smell like it. Her cold words were as distrespectful as Erani's motherly passion, but apparently that was alright because she wasn't questioning the King. Her tail gave a distinct twitch, and she took the time to close her eyes and take a breath to calm her growing anger and nerves.


Other members were starting to leave, and Chrysanthe only stayed because she was waiting. Waiting for her eldest brother's response. If he was any good as a King he would calmly answer the questions that were asked, and smooth his members doubts. Should Erani need to be punished for distrespect, he would take it into stride, she had faith in him that his expression would smooth and he would speak to the mother of his younger brothers and sisters with the respect that she deserved as their mother figure. But he didn't. He yelled, he snarled and acted like he was fucking mad. She bristled beside her mother, her eyes narrowing to slits. If he dared approach her like he was going to lay a paw on her she would fight him right then and there to keep she and her pups safe.


But thankfully he held his place, stripping the best goddamned healer that this pack knew of her title. The yearling actually snorted as he made the decision. Did he expect her to keep acting as this pack's healer? To keep saving lives when she had been stripped of the title? If she was going to be a civilian once more, she had less obligation and that was it - because clearly her title came with no respect. He hadn't answered a single one of her questions and concerned, only snapped at her for being concerned for her pack and children.


Oh how badly she wanted to leave this meeting behind her. Her eldest brother was doing nothing but dissapointing her glorified version of him. She had admired him for so long, looked upon him as a child did her eldest brother and a lower ranking member did their alpha. Now she wasn't sure what she saw, but she certainly didn't like it.


His next words were hard to keep from rolling her eyes at. There it was, the root of the problem and the proof that he had snapped at Erani because of nothing but hurt feelings. He was tired of being compared to Cairo, her father, and the alpha that most older members here had served far longer than they had him. After that she barely listened to him as he spoke of Neo and his slavery, of traditions that apparently they were all so very ignorant to yet she nor her siblings had been taught in their lifetimes of being a part of the family. She sighed when he complimented her, not believing that he meant a word of it. She was a trading piece, an item, something to ensure that this pack and Seracia would be strong alliances. Nothing more than a shiny medal being given in return for an alliance. Mentally stronger, that was bullshit - Epiphron was sharper, wittier, more brilliant than she would ever be. Her eyes glazed over, loosing the spark that they had held when she first entered this meeting.


Gone were her hopes of being important to these wolves within Valhalla. Gone were her dreams of being beside Gideon James as she did, in place of the warm memories that she made with him, there was only the cold feeling of loss. As Erani left, she followed after her, feeling that she should thank her for standing up for her in a way that she herself could not - and apologize for getting her stripped of a rank that meant nothing in the face of this pack's "king." She was so sorry. The healer had stood up for a girl that wasn't even going to be a part of Valhalla for much longer. Idly she wondered when the wedding was...


Feeling that she no longer had a place within this meeting, she left it behind her. A blank stare and a head held high out of nothing but selfish pride and the inability to show weakness in front of so many others, she let her paws carry her away.


-Exit Chrysanthe-