Kerosene and a Fistful of Matches
11-25-2017, 12:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2017, 12:26 PM by Asharya.)
Asharya had moved with her kin, grateful for the strong body she had grown into. Initially the young fae had stuck close to her mother and brother, diverting for a moment once she saw other members of their family fanning out in other directions. Deciding she could spare a moment, the girl decided to do some investigating of their own. She had trained all through her childhood for this moment, ever aware of the war which had loomed on the horizon. Now it was time to begin, and Asha found herself as infected with joyous, savage intent as any other member of their party, even if it was tinged with a fair majority of youthful naivety. The girl familiarized herself with the many layered smells of the packs border. It was difficult, but not impossible, to distinguish several individuals who had contributed to them. Male, female, young and old alike. Asharya was eager for her chance to pit her strength against each and every one of them. She was a goddess and she was ready to begin acting like one. Upon returning, the fiery fae heard the verbal battle going on between her uncle and... well, whatever that was that had come to treat with them. It had the body of a wolf, spindly as it was, but excessive grows and strange markings which made her give him a second glance. Asha's fur bristled as she heard the male speak to her uncle in a disgustingly authoritative tone of voice. How dare he... Asha may be young, but the place of mortals in her world was a lesson she had learned early. Her mother spoke then, apparently discontent with the agreement Amon had brokered. In a way Asha agreed, if only because she always wanted her chance at tearing the mortal man to shreds. Of course, should they take their conflict elsewhere it would give her ample opportunity to sneak in amongst the borders and cause some havoc there, perhaps while the members of this pack were off and away. Unfortunately, her mother had other plans, and ordered her along as the males began to stalk away. "Yes Mother," she murmured, dutiful if a bit disappointed. She turned to Ashiel before she left. "Take out one for me, alright? I want all the details when I return." She winked at him, a cruel grin on her lips, then turned to follow the rest of their war party as they made their way the battlefield. "Talk" "You" Think |
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