Where we're headed[Morningstar fam bam meeting]
Sonorous tombre echoed across the lands. Atop her mountain peak, the bitch raised her head. Having been resting on the edges of the cliff, watching the herd on the plains in the distance rove along. With a huff, she lurched to her feet. Languidly she would stretch, feeling the delicious burn of her muscles. If her father was calling, it meant that something was wrong. No doubt it had something to do with the brutalized state of his throat and neck the last time they had met. Heavy steps would carry her down the trail. The filthy stink of her brother's piss had faded drastically from the rocks. She wouldn't be happy until it was gone. Still sore from their encounter, she growled to herself. The pest. Hopefully he and Mammon had begun to realize exactly who she was, and how little she cared for their incestuous desires. The journey to the Orchard was impossibly long. From the north, she had to all but sprint the entire way. Definitely late, but there nonetheless. Charcoal brows were drawn together as she approached. Tongue lolled from her jaws, she tried to catch her breath. By the time she broke through the foliage, only one of her siblings had arrived. "What's going on?" She questioned gruffly, low vocals carrying in the orchard. Making a point of ignoring the other male, she flopped down harshly on the grass. Her father was freshly wounded, face gored by someone's teeth. Based on the musk that still lingered on his coat, it was the same relative who had torn apart his throat.
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