MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED
07-02-2013, 10:08 AM
Perhaps it was for the best that Gerhardt had appointed Kamala in charge. It made sure that she wouldn't mope, that she wouldn't retreat from the pack and from Gideon and inhabit only her thoughts. Instead, Kamala was forced to stay in the real world and pay attention to her subjects. It amused her vaguely that she was in charge, that Epiphron the lovely princess was behind her in rank. She couldn't get used to it, though. No, before long she would hold the rank of Grand Duchess once more, and she would be married to Gideon and she would stand in line behind her brother. She wasn't particularly jealous, other than the fact that Maverick was married to the woman he loved and Kamala was marrying Gideon. There was nothing wrong with him, per say, just that she wanted that cute relationship. She wanted love. But now she would never find it, it seemed. Ah well. She had promised her father. And Kamala wasn't one to back out of her promises. She had promised him that she would be wed to Gideon, and she would do her duty to her father and to Seracia. When the howl echoed over the horizon, Kamala stirred with a twitch of her ears. She loped across the ground, mismatched paws carrying her smoothly towards the source of the howl. It took her time to reach the female who had summoned her, and by then, it seemed that another wolf - Pontifex, her mind supplied the name. He was related to Loccian and the recently deceased Octavian, if she remembered correctly - had already arrived upon the scene. "Greetings, Madam." Emerald eyes took in the wounds on the black female's figure with a slight tilt of her head, but Kamala made no comment. "Sir Pontifex," Kamala greeted the other wolf with a nod, appreciating the fact that he had offered his welcome to the wolf. With that, however, Kamala fell silent, waiting for the other female to speak her piece. Whatever it was, it had to be important for her to have dragged herself so far with so many wounds. Speech, |