Glaciem Meeting
07-02-2013, 01:27 AM
And thus the pack had been torn bough from bough, their Alpha lying helplessly at the thrashing jaws of an unsuspecting superior; sprawled in a faultless lake of crimson, heart barely beating beneath the ragged cage of his ribs. Oh how the youth had clutched his life so effortlessly within hungry palms, her shuddering and shaking being revering with the with the want to finish him, to draw their vicious battle to a triumphant end. To feel through the pores of her toes as his jugular gargled powerlessly beneath her touch and as all traces of life depleted from his lemon-gaze; but alas, the lady had surprised even herself. Something, and god only knows what force of supernatural it had been, but something had ceased her; destroyed her body?s cravings to devour him, and replaced them with the need to leave his wounded body be. He was a grand fiend, but he hadn?t been quite grand enough. Where he lay now was submitted to the palms of unknown, perhaps he was healing safely away from view, or perhaps he had failed to survive. The russet queen would leave it only to time to tell.
It had been barely long enough for her wounds to scab, no more than a meager three days of physical recovery in solitude before the multi-toned banshee would begin the creep towards her new kingdom; a cautious pride simmering ever-so-visibly beneath war torn skin. Spine curled, guiding the agile ghoul between a sparse array of pines; the area was far more favourable than where the pack had recently resided, and quite frankly, the novel sovereign couldn?t care less who decided to follow her and who would stray away. She would summon them regardless, as socially raw as the initial assembly may be. Haunches found a haven of respite beneath the twisting arms of a lone pine, oblivious to the sting of snow-kissed earth, thick tail coiling elegantly about the striking vixen?s haunches as she would ready her psyche for companionship. It was there an imaginary crown would tip backwards, lustrous in a feeble royalty as a shrill drawl would crawl free of ebony lips; a single, prolonged invitation for new and past members a like to rejoin her, or to announce their leave.
