Mr. Big Stuff

*Evangeline* · (This post was last modified: 08-29-2017, 12:17 PM by Tealah.)

Evangeline's long-legged gait carried her quickly over the ground with elegance and grace - as well it should, since she had been working on her elegance and grace since she was still a pup in Imperium. The princess, her daddy's only daughter until SHE had come along... even in her own mind she wasn't quite sure if she meant Rhythm fucking Destruction or the uncouth mud colored rodent she'd birthed, but Vana finally settled on both. Yes, until Rhythm had come along and stolen her daddy away and dared whelp Rhys to take away all of Evangeline's glory as the sole princess of Imperium. But that was all ancient history, because Rhythm had run off and brought her brats with her, and Evangeline was still here.

She arched her neck proudly at the thought. Yes, that was right. She was once more the princess of the Imperialis line, and even most of her equally-uncouth brothers had wandered off over the years. Chaos was seemingly the sole exception to that so far, but he wasn't really an Imperialis, was he? Because he'd been given their mother's surname instead, to carry on her family's legacy, which left Evangeline as the eldest of those who remained as the heir apparent to the Imperialis legacy. The sole heir to Imperium, really, if it hadn't crumbled because her daddy had had to go looking for Rhythm and the brats.

A faint pout crossed her muzzle at that old injustice, and she sniffed haughtily. That didn't matter. She was still here, even if all the other members of Imperium had run off and abandoned her daddy the second his back was turned. That Avalon and her kids to start with, the ungrateful little bastards. Guess they weren't so different from the rest of that stupid pack they'd come from, after all. Sonticus... or Boreas... or whatever the fuck they'd changed the name to after her daddy had gone and challenged for the bratty curs.

The Imperialis shook herself to settle her pack more firmly in place. Ugh. Well, who cared about them anyway? They had never belonged in Imperium to begin with. The thought was interrupted, anyway, as she stopped to investigate a clump of kelp. She'd had to thread her way through an irritating amount of packs to reach this place, including those weak little mongrels in Abaven more's the pity - though she was terribly pleased and amused to have scented that Bass Destruction's scent was gone from that pack's lands. She could just see the smug look on his whiny little face when his pack had outlasted Imperium... well, stupid Abaven wouldn't have lasted even as long as Imperium did if they hadn't won Bass' stupid little siege for him, would they have? If she and the other Imperium wolves hadn't risked their own necks to save his weak little so-called warriors from dirtying their paws. It had been Imperium that had taken down the Hellstroms, though feeble as they'd been it had not been terribly difficult. And look who was laughing now... it was Evangeline Imperialis who was still here and Bass Destruction gone.

She eyed the kelp doubtfully. She'd been led to believe that it had many medicinal uses, but this... gooey mass of plant matter couldn't possibly be useful. It was... disgusting. She poked at it, shuddered, then glanced at the water. Maybe it had to be gathered fresh, rather than washed up on shore.

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