Desperation[MATURE]
07-03-2013, 09:23 AM
The howl came for her father, summoning him to the battlefield, but Kamala stirred all the same, gray head tilting slightly as she listened to the summons. By all rights, she should not have approached it, but she wished to see who would dare challenge her father. The pack challenges were getting a little out of hand. If a pack was well established and its members happy, why challenge? Kamala twitched her ears irritably as she began to lope across the grounds, legs extending to carry herself swiftly across the ground. Her strides carried her swiftly forward, and the lands opened up to reveal a vast plan. The battlefield. Here, Kamala paused, still not entirely comfortable with these lands. She had visited them only once. But that didn't stop her from soldiering onwards, pushing her paws to carry her along once more. She came to a stop not too far from Epiphron and a strange, rather rough looking (if she did admit) red male, and let her gaze settle on the challenger that had called for her father with such hatred. For a second, it felt like her heart stopped. Because the wolf that stood there was so familiar, and for a second, Kamala was the terrified, lost pup that had been rescued from the volcano's wrath by a kind woman and her kind mate, before everything had fallen to pieces. She had loved this woman once; still did, if she was totally honest. This was her mother, summoning her father to war for the pack they had both loved. "Mother..." Why? Why after all this time had the brown woman come back? And why had she come to challenge for her father's throne? Kamala looked at Epiphron for a moment, green eyes blank as she looked at the Princess. What brought her here? Her ties to this land were only her brother. But that was an uncharitable thought and Kamala knew it. She was just . . . turned upside down. Inside out. Whatever was going on, she didn't like it. Her mother was back and challenging for her father's throne. Why? Why couldn't she have reached out to her family, let them know that she was alive? Did she know where Valkis was? The questions weighed on her mind heavily, but Kamala didn't ask them. Instead she rocked back on her haunches and gazed thoughtfully at Adette, wondering desperately if the female would greet her or even acknowledge her. Speech, |