Understanding What We've Grown To Be
09-04-2017, 09:07 AM
Artemis had spent the better part of her day covered in slick, grey river mud, and was a good deal happier than she could remember being for some time. Since Crew's disbanding, she had been battling against the same creeping sadness she'd felt at the disappearance of her parents, and the pack she'd been born into. However, that morning the sun had been exceptionally warm, the sky exceptionally blue, and the breeze exceptionally pleasant. It was hard for her to maintain a bad humor in such conditions. So she'd struck out for the river bank, planning on splashing and laughing and maybe catching a fish or two... but probably not. In fact she had caught nothing at all when the caterwaul of about a million angry coyotes broke into her own self-indulgent ruckus. Art's ears perked, wondering what on earth had the pests so riled up. The hair on the back of her neck stood as they drew nearer and nearer. She began to wonder if she might find herself in the middle of a warpath. One or two coyotes she could take, no sweat, but a whole pack of them was somewhat less enjoyable to deal with. She sighed and heaved herself up onto the bank, trying to get a better view of the calamity-in-progress. What she saw did not surprise her one bit. Her damned sister was running like a bat out of hell, carrying some floppy piece of meat, with an entire pack snapping at her heels. Artemis shook her head, amusement curling onto her face. Oh, she'd intervene if she felt the need, but that moment certainly wasn't now. She watched as Iskra hurled herself up the trunk of a tree, scrabbling for purchase. The coyotes didn't seem overly inclined to follow, but they weren't leaving her alone either. A flash of movement in the corner of her eye drew her focus to a mottled, sooty fae who was approaching from alongside the riverbank. Had the noise drawn her in as well? Unphased by the fact that this was a total stranger, Artemis chuckled and waited until the she was in hearing distance before calling out, "My sister seems to have found herself some new friends. Care to make a wager? I say the coyotes stay there a full moon and she withers away to skin and bones." She was sure to say it loud enough that Iskra was bound to hear her, and turned, hoping to catch her eye. |
Artemis' family members are always allowed in her threads!
