Goodnight, Goodbye
07-03-2013, 01:59 AM
A mournful drawl would drag the lady from her digging; snow covered snout and skull appearing backwards from the hollows of a shallow den, cranium spinning as ears swivelled with mild curiosity. If the youth?s auricles hadn?t cheated her, her sibling, Chrysanthe had been the one to deliver such a spine-tingling demand for company. What could honestly bring the vibrant femora to the borders of her siblings kingdom, and on such miserable announcement? Eos wasn?t close with her sisters, Chrysanthe no exception, but the Alpha?s recent show of support during her sisters dominance-challenge had been enough to rekindle an ever-dwindling interest in the girl.
Eos would approach with haste, pulling her body from her unfinished den and setting off at an obstinate trot. As tempting as it often was to ignore, as an Alpha now the lady had to tend to all summons; it seemed to be somewhat time-consuming, but on the plus side it was never tedious. Perhaps, after time, the youth would learn to enjoy your casual meet and greets, but for now she still much avoided them. Chrysanthe on the other hand, would not be a wolf the russet banshee would keep waiting long; and as the pallid and rust fae slowly grew larger and larger in her eager view, Eos became instantly wary of the situation. Something was wrong, a heaviness lingered the air, tugged at the queen?s lungs and seemed to drag her spirits earthward. Chrysanthe was usually bright, and although Eos didn?t know her sister as well as she should have, it didn?t take an expert to conclude something was out of place.
She would halt a few metres from the elegant lady, the pairs differences in body representing also the differences at mind. Pale green gaze would tick over the leader, stance slightly less protective than usual; perhaps encouraged by her companies own lack of oomph. Whatever it were, Eos doubted highly it would have the same effect on herself. Somehow the queen had been born void of the over-emotion the rest of her family seemed to so openly boast. Tongue flicked at the roof of her mouth as seamless, elegant lyrics would drift cautiously free of ebony lips, ?What is it, Chrysanthe?? Though still an aloofness was apparent, credence held securely as fa?ade remained detached.