Kerosene and a Fistful of Matches
12-02-2017, 01:09 PM
She had followed dutifully behind the rest of her family much like a silent gray shadow. A silent storm cloud would have been more of an appropriate analogy, but storms were anything but quiet. Right now her temper was in check and therefore the hurricane had not yet been unleashed so therefore she was a shadow for now. Even when they arrived at the pack's borders, Nova slipped off with a few of the others before this alpha arrived. Amon was intimidating enough without the rest of them and already it was beginning to feel crowded. Instead she slipped away to go see if she could find some mortal to terrorize. She doubted it with the amount of Abraxas that had shown up to this little event, and she wanted to give the younger ones and opportunity, and how few scents seemed to surround this puny and insignificant pack. They would crush them with ease and then later continue on with the rest of the mortal packs until there were none left standing but the Abraxas. Walk, "Talk" Think |