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01-26-2020, 10:12 PM
TIAMAT
"Tanning," Tiamat mused, rolling the word around in her mouth. It was a thing hunters did, she supposed. She'd never been a hunter, even though she was good at it; necessity had forced her practice, but the best hunters had all specialised in their skills from an early age. This younger wolf had Tiamat's interest piqued. "No, no." Her lips curled in a smile, thin and glinting white, like a waning moon. "But I'd like to see how you 'tan' this hide."
Though the other wolf was younger than she, Tiamat was no stranger to humility; she'd learn all she could from here, and then use it for her own. There was a lot she didn't know about this land -- Tiamat had spent as much time as she could roaming around, distancing herself from her ancestral home. In her heart she'd panged for her family, but she'd held out -- was she really ready to return? To be brought back to the clutches of the Klein name, to live up to her heritage, and to once more be beholden to everything the family demanded? Of course she was; yet, Tiamat couldn't help but feel as though freedom would slip from her grasp the moment she wore once again the mantle of Klein.
The scent on her was mixed; Tiamat was first assaulted by a great range of smells, indicating pack life. Again, her thoughts wandered to her family. None of them she could smell on this wolf, so what had happened to them? Were they sequestered by themself in their own little empire? Had they spread out, to infiltrate the land piece by piece, unseen and unheard? Then, the younger wolf's own scent emerged from the mix, stronger now than it had been before. Tiamat committed this scent to memory. One wolf in a ledger she intended to keep clean.
"I am Tiamat," she offered first, the name easily slipping from her lips. She left out her family name, curious to see how this wolf would react when presented with an ordinary stranger. Tiamat had never been any sort of princess, but respect had been grudgingly accorded to her. Tiamat wanted to see how someone who'd never known her in a previous life would interact with her. "What do you call yourself?"
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Though the other wolf was younger than she, Tiamat was no stranger to humility; she'd learn all she could from here, and then use it for her own. There was a lot she didn't know about this land -- Tiamat had spent as much time as she could roaming around, distancing herself from her ancestral home. In her heart she'd panged for her family, but she'd held out -- was she really ready to return? To be brought back to the clutches of the Klein name, to live up to her heritage, and to once more be beholden to everything the family demanded? Of course she was; yet, Tiamat couldn't help but feel as though freedom would slip from her grasp the moment she wore once again the mantle of Klein.
The scent on her was mixed; Tiamat was first assaulted by a great range of smells, indicating pack life. Again, her thoughts wandered to her family. None of them she could smell on this wolf, so what had happened to them? Were they sequestered by themself in their own little empire? Had they spread out, to infiltrate the land piece by piece, unseen and unheard? Then, the younger wolf's own scent emerged from the mix, stronger now than it had been before. Tiamat committed this scent to memory. One wolf in a ledger she intended to keep clean.
"I am Tiamat," she offered first, the name easily slipping from her lips. She left out her family name, curious to see how this wolf would react when presented with an ordinary stranger. Tiamat had never been any sort of princess, but respect had been grudgingly accorded to her. Tiamat wanted to see how someone who'd never known her in a previous life would interact with her. "What do you call yourself?"
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