FROM THE ASHES, WE RISE [The Empire]
12-02-2017, 03:13 PM
She had paced vigorously around the borders of this pathetic pack while she waited for Amon to get back from his challenge. She was impatient and on edge, and mostly annoyed that she hadn't run into anyone to terrorize. Boredom was the enemy at the moment and the longer she stood around and did nothing the more volatile she was likely to be once she did find some body. She refused to interfere with someone else's venture. She had smelled the younger godlings on the wind accompanied by the scents of two of the Dragoste wolves and her sister, but Nova wasn't going to bother herself with the likes of old men. If they couldn't handle their own fights then they had more training to do. Others of her family had wandered off in search of the rest, but she couldn't blame them for the possibility that they probably found these pack members first. Instead she found irritation in the fact that this pack wasn't even worthy of being called a pack at all. They were puny, and insignificant, and overall she was glad they had started with them. Eventually Amon's victorious howl rang forth and Nova hurried towards the call. She arrived in time it seemed, but far later than she would have liked. She glanced towards Amon first to find him drenched in the ex-alpha's blood and un-surprisingly he didn't have a scratch on him. She flashed him a prideful grin before bringing herself over to Malleus and standing beside him. She had far too much pent up energy and aggression to sit and wait. Secretly she was hoping to see some Dragoste wolves show up to contest Amon's claim to their pathetic lives, but all she could see was the massive horde of her family. How disappointing. Walk, "Talk" Think |