ardent

They say that rock will never survive



Soleil

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
282
size
Large
build
Medium
posts
50
player
10-23-2016, 08:58 PM

Soleil would watch as Armai, Brutus and another gypsy woman would arrive. As everyone settled in she would fidget with Jaelle's words ringing in her mind. The bell covered woman had been right about her being a strong woman, she had been through far too much in her short lifetime to be anything less and no mater what Xeph thought, she was alone. It didn't matter that she was near other wolves because no one but the grey gypsy woman understood her anyway, her siblings were no where to be found, her father had killed her mother and then drove her and the remainder of her family away. She would be damned if she would allow herself to lay around and mope about. No she would take her anger out doing the one thing she had been taught to do her entire life.

The end of her tail would stop flicking back and forth in agitated frustration at having to be so close to the unloved witch that stole the silver man from her as he began to speak. Cold turquoise gaze would fall upon the new alpha once more as she listened carefully to his words, she didn't understand all of them but she was trying as hard as she could to at the very least understand their words even if she couldn't speak them yet. She understood that he was explaining the ranking system, and that he expected respect for the one wolf who would never be able to earn it. Then there was something about what they wanted but beyond that he had lost her. At first her face would start to twist up with anger and then Jaelle's words would run through her mind again and she would replace the anger with the cold mask she had taken to wearing when around others.

Silently Soleil would go over the rank name's in her mind and match them up with words Xephyris said that she did understand. Armai would help without knowing by claiming her rank and when the blind woman finished talking Soleil would open her mouth to attempt to say what she wanted with a thick French accent "I want Raider" the words were spoken slowly to ensure she would say them as correctly as she could. She wanted him to know he had made the wrong decision in choosing the brown witch over her. She still wanted him but she would not allow him to bring her down any further than her father already had.